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fter she finished reading, she asked, “Mom, did I read okay? I can study on my own now. Grandma signed me up for a lot of classes, painting, violin, and drumming too.”

“OK. If you want to study, go for it. If not, don’t force it. Your health comes first,” I said, still

looking at my computer.

Right then, Yvonne mumbled, “Daddy’s not back yet. He’s been coming home late a lot lately. Mom, I gotta tell you a secret. The other night, Daddy cried for a long time, leaning

over his desk in the study.”

I was stunned for a moment. It felt weird that Jared would cry. I thought it was just another emotional trick between them, trying to get my sympathy and pity.

“Really? Well, next time he cries, give him a tissue and comfort him. Tell him grown–ups crying is just being childish,” I said, cold and flat.

Yvonne was shocked. She stared at the screen for a long moment, and then looked away.

“Mom, don’t you feel sorry for Daddy anymore?”

“He’s a grown man. Why should I pity him?” I smirked a little.

Yvonne sighed. “Mom, you’ve changed a lot. But you’ve come a long way, too. You’re working now, and you dress nicely every day. You even smell good, not like before when you always smelled like cooking grease.”

Hearing her, I asked softly, “So, do you like the ‘me‘ now or the ‘me‘ back then?”

“The ‘you‘ now,” she said after thinking for a moment. “You don’t play with me anymore, .but at least you don’t nag like before. You used to nag me nonstop, like a broken record. I

was so annoyed.”

That old saying, out of sight, out of mind, was true, even for kids. “Alright,

told her.

a little. “Okay, I’ll take care of myself. Goodnight, Mom. I’m gonna sleep now.” I hung

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packed with big weddings. The whole place was buzzing, and everyone was running around

3 PM, the rush slowed down. I sat in my office, taking a

Mr. Holcomb got drunk at lunch.

you set up a room

a big reserved suite. When Jared showed up, I was by the elevator

“Mrs. Holcomb, can you help me out? I

stuff from the car.”

Warner pushed Jared toward me. Whether Jared was truly drunk

it, he collapsed on

with smirks and knowing looks. I helped Jared into the elevator. He rested his head on me.

silent.

face a few times. Jared slowly came to. “Victoria, what are you doing here?” He

to the door, opened it, and sat him on the couch. He collapsed completely, stretching his arm across his forehead, like he was drunk and out of

Seeing me about to leave,

Holcomb, can I

to