Loving and Letting Go Without Regret
I pulled a coconut oil wipe from his pocket and said, "Alba's daughter needs this. Take it to her."
The receipt dropped out with it, cutting off any chance of him lying.
Seeing him at a loss, I scoffed, "Mother-and-baby products. Let me guess, you bought this for our baby, right?"
He nodded, grasping for an excuse. "Yeah. I bought it for you to try. If you liked it, our baby would've used it."
"Nice try," I said. "But I hate coconut. I'm allergic to it."
He froze, his eyes dimming.
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