“A few weeks,” he said. “I didn’t tell you because every time I came by, you looked exhausted. You were always tired when you got home. I saw the bills. I heard the fights. Including the one that happened before you came home tonight.”
Lily sniffed softly. Noah, six, stared at the floor.
“I didn’t want to be another mouth to feed,” Ethan said.
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