“I do,” I replied coldly.
She opened her mouth as if to argue, but something in my expression must have stopped her.
An hour later, her car disappeared down the street.
The following weeks were brutal.
Between sleepless nights, constant diaper changes, and endless crying — sometimes from the babies, sometimes from me — life became a blur.
Yet in every quiet moment, my thoughts drifted back to Suzie.
I contacted everyone I could think of.
Her friends.
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