Dear Ex, I'm More Than Your Plan B
One of them had a little edible fondant crown.
Vera’s throat tightened. She picked up the musical card, curiosity overcoming hesitation, and opened it.
A soft melody chimed instantly, it was one of those classic lullaby like tunes.
Then, in bold, colorful lettering written in crayon (and obviously transcribed by someone else beneath for clarity), it read:
“To the Best Mommy in the World,
You’re the boss now, and I’m proud of you.
Daddy and I are fighting the meanies.
You can do this.
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