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One evening, Barbara visited while Chloe slept beside us.
She watched the bassinet quietly.
“I taught him some of this,” she said.
Her eyes moved toward Chloe.
“What?”
She rubbed her palms together.
“Whenever Eric made a mess, I fixed it before he had to.”
“Rent. Cars. Missed deadlines. I kept telling myself I was helping him succeed.”
Her eyes moved toward Chloe.
“Maybe I was just teaching him that somebody else would always carry the consequences.”
Barbara kept
