Chapter 9

Ainsley asked to apologize.
Eira said no.
Four years old.
Clear.
Six months later, she asked:
“Can Ainsley say sorry now?”
We arranged it.
Ainsley crouched.
“I took Mommy’s things.”
Eira nodded.
“I told you to use different words for her.”
Another nod.
“That was wrong.”
Eira looked at the engagement-ring finger.
Empty.
Then asked:
“Why?”
Ainsley answered honestly.
“Because I wanted to be important to you.”
Eira frowned.
“You already were.”
Ainsley broke.
That was the tragedy.
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She had already had affection.
She destroyed it trying to upgrade it into exclusivity.