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He didn’t look at me. He just nodded once, short and stiff.
“How is she?” I asked, my voice tight.
“She’s fine,” he said, flat like always.
“Does she still dance? Does she like school?”
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He looked down at his watch.
“She’s busy. And yes, school’s fine.”
I knew that meant the conversation was over, but I didn’t move.
I watched him shift, ready to leave.
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As he stood, I reached out and caught his sleeve.
“Please, Joel,” I whispered. “Just one day. Let me see her for one day.”
He pulled back like I’d burned him.
“You did this,” he snapped.
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“She chose me after the divorce. And after the stunt you pulled sneaking onto my property, you’re lucky the court didn’t do worse.”
He turned and walked away before I could speak.
I sat there long after he was gone, staring at the empty chair across from me.
