The truth is, deep down, I'd always wanted to fix things with my mom. The way she used to be when I was young—gentle, caring, loving—I'd held onto that memory for years. I kept hoping she'd love me like that again.So when my company wanted to transfer me out of state, I said no. I was afraid that if I left, with thousands of miles between us, my mom and I would lose whatever connection we had left.The reason I worked so hard and pushed myself to buy this house was that I knew Kaden and his father couldn't be trusted. Someday, my mom would see their true colors. When that day came, she could move in with me.But now, I knew. That would never happen.Just like the toy in my hand—once it's broken, you can never fix it.I thought I might have trouble sleeping that night. But once I finally let go, I felt a strange sense of relief.The next morning, I got ready and went to work as usual.But I'd barely been at the office when the security guard downstairs called up to say someone w
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