Morning sunlight streamed through the kitchen windows as I poured orange juice into twin glasses. My hands were steady despite the hurricane raging inside me. Today was the day.
"Mom, can we wear our new sneakers to the park?" Austin asked, shoveling cereal into his mouth at a pace that made me wince.
"Slow down before you choke," I said, sliding a napkin toward him. "And yes, you can wear them."
Alex studied me over his glass of juice. "You look different today."
I glanced down at my outfit—a cream silk blouse tucked into tailored black pants, pearl earrings, designer heels I hadn't worn in years. The Anna Collins my sons knew typically dressed in comfortable business casual, not power outfits designed to intimidate.
"I have meetings," I said, which wasn't a lie. "Important ones."
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