Her Tiny Hand Chose My Freedom
It's my daughter, Clementine Hartman's first time smashing cake and we hold a big birthday party for her.
Somehow, she digs out a thong belonging to Nancy Ortega, my husband's female best friend, from the giftbox he has prepared.
Everyone is stunned, to say the least. Nancy lets out a soft gasp before blinking at me innocently.
"Sorry, this is my fault! Shawn and I traded underwear just for fun some time ago, and I forgot to take it away. Please don't take this matter to heart, Karina."
I do my best to suppress my rage and pretend that nothing has happened for Clementine's sake.
But suddenly Clementine picks up a document.
Thinking that it's a present prepared by the elderly members in
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