The Wife He Couldn't Erase
On the third try the claw caught a gray plush shark and lifted it, wobbling, all the way to the chute.
Leo screamed like I had won him the entire aquarium. I handed him the shark. It was too big for him and he hugged it anyway.
“Ice cream,” he announced. “We have to celebrate.”
Lyara stood up. “Ethan, he’ll—”
“One scoop,” I said, already walking to the stand. “Please. Mock me later.”
She followed, and I caught the corner of her mouth pulling up when she thought I wasn’t looking.
I had never seen myself laugh in public before. But when Leo got chocolate on his cheek and tried to wipe it with the shark, I did. When he insisted on riding the little carousel three times and I had to lift him on
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