Max“How was preschool yesterday, Finn?” I probed as I pulled into traffic, glancing at him briefly through the rear-view mirror. He was so absorbed, putting together his Lego pieces. It was a cool Saturday morning, and I was taking him to the park as promised.Cora was the one who opened the door for me, as I expected. Since our argument, back at my place, Elaine and I hadn't spoken. I didn't care, though. She was a despicable woman, and a shitty parent. She could hate me for all I cared. I was so over her.“It was...” he trailed off, scrunching up his little, adorable face as he tried to think of the right word to describe how his day went. “Good, I guess.”“What's the matter? You don't sound so sure.”“I don't want to talk about it, Daddy,” he exhaled calmly.My brows knitted together in a tight frown. “What do you mean? Did anyone hurt you?”He hesitated, then blurted out. “It's Tommy, Daddy.”My frown deepened. “Tommy?”He nodded. “Yes. He's a big bully. He pinches me for no reas
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