His Ex Mistress, His Enemy
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“That’s why I came early. Consider it a caffeine peace offering.”
Ash sipped his milk, then looked at me with wide, glimmering eyes. “Mami, come with us. Papi will be confused if I ask why clouds are a different color from shadows.”
Zane leaned back against the counter, relaxed. “Besides, this preschool’s one of the best. They’ve got a sensory garden, an indoor play gym, and…” he glanced at Ash, who was chewing cereal he’d stolen from my bowl without asking, “they let kids bring comfort items from home. As long as it’s not alive.”
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