Reaching For Connection
The shop phone rang again, and this time, she answered it. Placing it on speaker, she said: “Heath’s Bridal and Accessories. How can I help you?” “Karen, hi,” Blake’s voice called over the crackle of the line. “Please, don’t hang up. I wanted to tell you that we got the results today. Did you get yours as well?” “I did.” Blake shushed someone in the background, her tone light and gentle. “Listen, the reason I’m calling is to ask if you’re interested in receiving child support for Helen. Not from me. From that lying bastard who spend fifteen years telling me you were just some kid with a crush. He told me he had nothing to do with you, but now I know the truth, Karen. I’m so, so, so very sorry I didn’t believe you back then.” “I don’t want his blood money. I have my own,” Karen snapped,
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