Sophia York dumped a large bag of groceries onto the coffee table and turned to my husband, Ivan Jefferson. "Lily can't have any of these," she said. "Why don't you give them to your parents instead?"Here we go again.Over the years, more than half of the pastries and yogurts that I'd bought had disappeared for the same reason. Ivan gave her a dismissive wave. "Why go through all that trouble? Since she can't eat them, you can have them."And just like that, the groceries were carried into the living room and turned into Sophia's."Don't worry about all that junk food," Ivan coaxed, slipping an arm around my waist. "I'll buy you other snacks, okay?"He never lived up to his word. Instead, he'd always tell me to put up with my cravings a little longer."I'm going to move the knife rack, Ivan. Lily won't mind, right?" Sophia's voice rang out from the kitchen.Before he could feed me another blueberry, Ivan paused. Then, he turned around and immediately walked into the kitchen
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