My Four-Year-Old Called Grandpa After My Husband Broke My Leg

mouth tightened.

“There it is.”

“What?”

“The accusation.” He sighed, almost sadly. “You always need someone to be the villain.”

I stared at him.

A year earlier, that tone would have made me doubt myself.

Six months earlier, it would have made me angry.

That night, it made me still.

Stillness was safer than anger.

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