For Fourteen Years My Son Lived Rent-Free in a House He Believed Was His
Chloe was sitting in the corner booth by the window in her blue school jacket, her books stacked on the vinyl seat next to her.
She glanced up and smiled as I slid into the seat across from her.
“Hi there, Grandpa,” Chloe said.
“Hello, sweetheart,” I said.
“How was school this morning?”
“It was okay,” she said.
She picked up her spoon and stirred the whipped cream into her hot chocolate.
“Dad was in a super good mood at breakfast today.”
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