Finally, he spoke, his voice softer. “No, it doesn’t.
I didn’t know she was going to do that. I’m sorry.”
“Thanks,” I said, relieved.
“I just want what’s best for the kids.
I’m not trying to make trouble.”
“I’ll talk to her,” he said after a moment. “She crossed a line.”
The next day, my phone rang again. It was Rachel.
“Hey,” she said, her voice tight.
“Hi,” I replied cautiously.
“I just wanted to say… I’m sorry,” she said quickly.
“I shouldn’t have done that.
I was out of line.”
I blinked, surprised. “Thank you.
I appreciate that.”
“It’s just… I’m trying, okay? I’m trying to fit in, and it’s hard,” she admitted, her voice cracking slightly.
“I get that,” I said, softening.
“But Rachel, trying to fit in doesn’t mean stepping on other people.
Respect goes both ways.”
She sighed. “I know. I’ll work on it.”
“Good,” I said simply.
“For the kids’ sake, let’s try to move forward.”
She murmured something that sounded like agreement before hanging up.
I put down the phone, exhaling deeply.
I felt like I’d finally been heard for the first time in months.
A few months later, I heard they broke up. Mark never said much, and I didn’t ask.
It wasn’t my business. But the kids were relieved, and honestly, so was I.
Life felt calmer again.
Whatever the reasons, I knew one thing: we were better off with her out of the picture.
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