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Chapter hundred and seventeen
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This was the place where Mia had first called Jeremy "Papa."

The first time that particular word had emerged from Mia's small mouth - tentative and careful and carrying all the weight that a single word can carry when it represents the claiming of a relationship that had been building toward articulation - it had happened here, in this exact coffee shop, at a table that Patricia could probably still identify if she walked inside right now.

She knew with absolute certainty that Jeremy would not
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  • Chapter hundred and twenty two

    Patricia was utterly devastated.She stood there in shock, unable to process what she had just seen. She knew Jeremy’s threat against her family was nothing more than empty nonsense. He would not be able to do anything to them not truly. She knew that much.But none of that mattered now.Mia was alive.Not only was she alive, but she looked healthy strong, alert, and completely unlike someone who had recently been at death’s door. She did not look sick. She did not look weak. She looked like a child who had been given back her life.And that realization broke Patricia’s heart even more.Jeremy glanced down at Mia and gently squeezed her hand.“Let’s get going,” he said quietly. “Come on, Mia.”Mia nodded at once.Jeremy turned toward the entrance, and the two of them began walking away together. Patricia watched them move farther from her, and before she could think about what she was doing, she hurried forward.“Mia!”She reached for the child’s hand.But the moment Mia realized that

  • Chapter hundred and twenty one

    Patricia’s face tightened as Jeremy’s words settled over her.Instead of breaking beneath the weight of his disappointment, something inside her hardened. The shame she had briefly felt was quickly swallowed by anger, defensiveness, and the desperate need to believe that Jeremy was the one manipulating the situation.“I honestly do not understand what the hell is wrong with you,” Patricia said, her voice rising. “But I hope you have not been telling Mia lies about me. I hope you have not been poisoning her mind against her own mother.”Jeremy said nothing.That silence only made Patricia more certain that she was right.“Because from what I am seeing here,” she continued, pointing toward Mia, “it is obvious you have told her things. You have filled her head with disgusting stories about me. You have made her afraid of me.”Her eyes flashed with anger.“But whatever you told her is a lie.”Then Patricia turned toward Mia, her expression softening instantly into something pleading and e

  • Chapter hundred and twenty

    Patricia stood there in complete devastation, her body motionless while her mind raced through more questions than she could possibly answer.Mia was alive.That single fact kept repeating itself inside her head, over and over, refusing to settle into anything she could understand.Mia was alive.The daughter she had mourned. The daughter whose supposed death had torn apart every remaining piece of her relationship with Jeremy. The child whose name had become a weapon in every argument, every accusation, every bitter conversation between them.Alive.Patricia looked at Mia again, but the little girl remained safely behind Jeremy, her small hands clutching the fabric of his shirt. There was fear in Mia’s eyes—not the fear of a sick child, but the cautious fear of a child looking at someone she no longer recognized as safe.That look hurt Patricia more than anything Jeremy had said.How could she call herself a mother now?How could she ever look Mia in the eyes and explain what had hap

  • chapter hundred and nineteen

    The moment Patricia’s bag struck the floor, the world seemed to tilt beneath her feet.Her neck began to tremble, and she stood frozen in the middle of the coffee shop, staring at the little girl walking toward her. Her mind struggled to understand what her eyes were seeing. It was impossible. It had to be some cruel trick of grief, an illusion created by exhaustion and longing.“Is that… Mia?” Patricia whispered.Her voice shook as she took an unsteady step forward. “That’s Mia. It’s really Mia.”She squeezed her eyes shut, desperate to break free from whatever strange vision had taken hold of her. Then she opened them again.Mia was still there.Jeremy was holding her hand, guiding her gently through the coffee shop. The little girl looked stronger than Patricia remembered—her face brighter, her eyes clearer, her body no longer carrying the frailty that had once made every breath seem like a battle.Patricia’s lips parted, but no sound came out at first.Then the tears began to fall

  • Chapter hundred and eighteen

    Patricia was fuming.The longer she sat there, the hotter the anger burned inside her. She could hardly believe that Jeremy had forgotten their daughter’s special day—the day that had once meant so much to both of them.How could he stay away?This was the one day she had been certain he would never miss. The one day she believed would pull him back, no matter how far he had wandered or how determined he seemed to be to bury himself in a new life.Yet the door had opened countless times, and Jeremy had not appeared.Patricia pressed her lips together, her fingers tightening around the handle of her bag. The disappointment stung far more deeply than she wanted to admit, and because she didn’t know what to do with that pain, she turned it into anger.“What was I even thinking?” she muttered bitterly.She pushed back her chair and rose to her feet.“I knew he wasn’t going to come. I knew it from the beginning. Jeremy doesn’t care—not really. Everything he did before was just an act. Ever

  • Chapter hundred and seventeen

    This was the place where Mia had first called Jeremy "Papa."The first time that particular word had emerged from Mia's small mouth - tentative and careful and carrying all the weight that a single word can carry when it represents the claiming of a relationship that had been building toward articulation - it had happened here, in this exact coffee shop, at a table that Patricia could probably still identify if she walked inside right now.She knew with absolute certainty that Jeremy would not miss this anniversary. Whatever else had changed in his life, whatever choices he was making or people he was spending time with, this particular day and this particular place represented something that went too deep to abandon. He would come. He had to come.Patricia stepped inside and chose a table with a clear view of the entrance - positioned deliberately so that she would see Jeremy the moment he walked through the door but not so prominently that he would immediately spot her and have the

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