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I am. Thank you again.
Dean
It’s my pleasure, honestly.
Dean
Text me if you need me.
I chew on my lip as I read the message again.
Me
I will.
Dean
Goodnight, darlin’. Have sweet dreams.
Me
Goodnight, Dean.
My nose starts to burn as the screen goes fuzzy from my tears. Nineteen years and not once did Stratford wish me a goodnight or sweet dreams. His texts were always short, about the scores for the boys or letting me know about an event we had to attend. Even before he started his affair, he never made me feel the way Dean does.
Dean makes me feel important, a very addictive feeling.
A tear falls down my cheek as another text sounds.
Ash
Love you, Mom. Hope you’re moved in okay.
Me
I am, sweetheart. Thank you. I love you.
Flint
Good, love you, Mom. Miss you.
Ash
I miss you more.
A choked sob leaves my lips, and I cover my mouth to push it back in.
My boys make me so happy, and for such a long time I thought only they were able to do so.
But then Dean Moore entered the chat.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
Dean
The moment I push open the front door, I realize I am more fucked than I thought.
