My Son Struck Me Thirty Times at His Birthday Dinner. The Next Morning, I Sold the Mansion He Thought He Owned.
He answered with shaking fingers and put it on speaker.
Her voice came through bright and cold.
“Are you with her?”
Trevor looked at me.
Neither of us spoke.
Kristen laughed softly.
“Of course you are.
Poor Trevor.
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