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The door closed so quietly I almost didn’t hear it. Amber was talking, but when I realized what it was, I stopped listening to her. I hated myself for it, but I strained to hear some sign of Ramsey still in the house. Something that told me he didn’t sneak out the back door and leave me to explain to our daughter why her father disappeared.
It wouldn’t be the first time I’d done it, but it sucked. When he first moved out, he couldn’t face her. He told me he’d talk to her, but he never did, and after two days of her constant questions about when he was going to be home, I admitted to our daughter that her daddy wasn’t coming home. He didn’t want to live with Mommy anymore, and because he didn’t want to live with Mommy, he wasn’t going to live with her.
Every word out of my mout
