“You’ll thank me eventually, Amanda,” she said. “Now go home, dear. You’ve embarrassed yourself enough for one day.”
I turned and walked away before I said something I’d regret.

That night, when Jake finally got home from picking up the kids from his sister’s house, I told him everything that had happened. Every word his mother had said. His face hardened in a way I’d rarely seen.
“We’re not letting her win,” he said firmly, pulling me into his arms. “Not this time. Not ever.”
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