At the diner, my daughter, Hailey Coleman, kept placing fries on my plate. "Eat up, Daddy. You've gotten so skinny."She was only six, but she already knew how to read the room. I had just picked up my fork when my phone buzzed again. It was a text from my ex-wife, Caroline Meyer. "Figure out Hailey's school fees yourself. I have a car payment to worry about."Funny how she could afford flights to Marencia, though. I didn't reply and turned my phone face down on the table. Right then, Hailey asked quietly, "Daddy… does Mommy not want us anymore?" "Mommy doesn't want to be with me anymore. But she'll always be your mom."The words sounded hollow even to me. After all, what kind of mother wouldn't even pay for her own daughter's education?Halfway through the meal, my phone rang. This time, it was Caroline's father, John Meyer. The instant I answered, he started tearing into me. "Listen carefully, Gavin Coleman! My daughter did you a favor by letting you walk away with no
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