"Bruto!" I tried to open the box right away, but the latch was locked.Ron stood nearby, swinging the key in his hand, his smile somehow innocent and cruel at the same time. "Mommy says you're a bad person, and the doggy doesn't play with bad people!"With that, he turned and ran.I chased him, my voice rising in panic. "Ron, stop! Give me the key!"He deliberately dodged around the furniture, holding the key high. Bruto's whimpers grew weaker. I forgot about everything else and lunged for the key.Ron spun around, and his forehead slammed into my stomach.I gasped and stumbled back. My side hit the corner of the table hard, my vision went black, and I broke out in a cold sweat.Ron ran to Austin, who'd just come in, and burst into tears. "Daddy, she was mean to me! She won't let me play with the doggy!"When did Ron start calling Austin Daddy?A sharp pang went through me. Whatever. Let them. We're as good as divorced anyway.I reached for the key, but Austin stopped me."Bruto's just
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