At a private Mafia-family wedding, three-year-old Elisa accidentally bumped a pedestal and shattered an antique porcelain vase.
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Chapter 7
Lucinda lost every role involving Elisa.
No school pickups.
No private visits.
No household instructions.
No future-planning conversations.
Nothing.
She stared at me.
“I love her.”
“I know.”
That made it sadder.
Love was not the problem.
Entitlement was.
“You think because you love her, access should remain.”
“She’s family.”
“So are you.”
I leaned forward.
“And family is not a permanent key.”
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She cried.
I did not change the decision.
