Her face went flat. “You never told me that.”
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“I didn’t know he was this Mark,” I snapped. “You never told me his last name. Or that he’s my age.”
Mark cleared his throat. “I know it’s strange,” he said. “But I care about her. I’m not going anywhere.”
Emily moved closer to him, protective.
“You’re making this weird, Mom,” she said. “You don’t get to drag your teenage breakup into my relationship.”
“Mom, I love Mark.”
Dinner was tense and shallow. After that, his name turned every conversation into a fight.
