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“You still want me to go?”

Her mouth parted like she had a quick answer—but none came.

“I’ll leave,” I said. “If that’s what you need. I’ll walk out that door and disappear again.”

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed.

“But you say it,” I said. “You look me in the eye and tell me to go. Tell me you don’t want me here. Tell me I don’t belong.”

Her lip trembled.

I stepped closer. Close enough to feel the heat of her body under the blanket.

“You say it,” I whispered, “and I swear to God, I’ll go.”

She looked at me. Looked through me.

And didn’t say a word.

“You know what,” I said. “Fuck you, Ruby.”

Then I pulled my shirt on and I left…and it wasn’t until I’d made it all the way to the street that I remembered.

I couldn’t fucking breathe without her.

And even if she didn’t want the fairy tale escape…she was getting it anyway.

Chapter Twenty-One: Ruby

Saturday mornings were for pancakes. Rosie had declared it, written it down in crayon, and taped it to the fridge months ago. "Even when you’re mad at each other," she had added, underlining it twice in purple. "Pancakes are peace food."

But this Saturday, she was already bundled into her purple coat, her curls peeking out beneath a knit beanie, ready for the custody handoff. Julian had suggested the park by the river, the one with the new jungle gym and swings that went higher than seemed safe. I agreed because Rosie loved it, and because it was public. Neutral ground.She spotted Julian the moment we reached the parking lot. He stood by the benches, hands in the pockets of his peacoat, looking perfectly composed. Rosie took off at a sprint, her backpack bouncing against her shoulders.

"Daddy!"

He scooped her up with a soft grunt. "Hey, baby. You staying warm in that coat?"

She nodded against his shoulder. I slowed as I reached them.

"Hi," I said.

"Ruby," Julian replied, nodding.

It was awkward. It always was.

"She said you two made pancakes," he added. "I was told they lacked whipped cream."

"She has a very specific definition of culinary success."

"That she does."

Rosie wriggled down. "Can I go play? Please?"

I glanced at Julian. He gave a small nod.

"Yes, but stay where we can see you," I said.

She bolted toward the jungle gym.