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After days of learning the ropes at the office, I felt lighter and even found myself humming on my way home. But when I spotted Lucas’s car in the parking lot, my mood soured instantly. I mentally calculated how many days were left until we could finalize the divorce at the county clerk’s office.
But there was Evan, standing by the elevator doors, waiting.
“Dad sent me to find you,” he muttered, clearly still miffed, making it clear
he thought I was reading too much into things.
“He wanted me to apologize,” he added, turning his head slightly. “Sorry.
Calling Annie ‘Mom‘ was just a prank.”
He pouted. “How was I supposed to know you’d actually lost your
memory?”
“It’s okay,” I replied softly.
He looked at me, his eyes hopeful. But I continued, “Evan, your father and I
are already divorced. You’re free to call whoever you want ‘Mom‘–you don’t
need to apologize to me anymore.”
I paused. “Annie will soon be your new mom. She’s a good person, and you like her. Life will be better for you both.”
Evan followed me all the way to my apartment door, still unwilling to leave.
“Do you need anything else?” I asked. “If not, I’m going to close the door.”
His eyes widened, looking incredulous. “But I apologized! You’re not
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Tears sparkled in his eyes as he glared at me defiantly, “Fine, you’ll regret
this!”
He was furious as I closed the door. For the first time, he’d seen me be this cold, this heartless. From the hallway, his angry voice echoed, “If you ever remember me and want to apologize, I won’t forgive you, no matter what!”
The first time he’d yelled at me like that, I’d hidden in my room and cried, questioning if I’d been a terrible mother, wondering why my own son didn’t
seem to care for me.
But now, I felt nothing. The bond between us had shattered the moment he called someone else “Mom.”
