I didn’t call my FIL.
But when we arrived, he opened the door, looked at the kids and me, and stepped aside.
No questions.
Sean brought another woman.
That night, after the kids were asleep, I sat at Peter’s kitchen table trying to think.
“I don’t have anything,” I said. “Your son made sure of that.”
Peter sat across from me.
“You have your kids,” he said.
“That’s what he’s trying to take.”
My FIL didn’t respond right away. Then he said something I didn’t expect.
“If you want to protect yourself… and the kids… You need to marry me.”
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