I Thought the White String in My Egg Was Something Dangerous—The Truth Completely Surprised Me

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Lizzy tugged my sleeve. “And yellow! That’s for summer.”

I ruffled their hair, feeling so present it almost hurt. “We’ll use every color. That’s a promise.”

My phone buzzed. It was a text from Michael about the delayed child support. I stared at it, thumb hovering, but then looked at the girls tangled at my side.

He’d made his choice a long time continue reading …