For Years, My Husband Held Me Responsible—Then on Our Son’s 18th Birthday, His Speech Silenced Everyone

interested?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Our son has schools fighting over him, Greg.”

He loosened his tie, unbothered. “So?”

“So? What do you mean, so?” I stared at him, genuinely stunned. “He’s worked incredibly hard for this.”

Greg sighed dramatically, like I was the one being unreasonable. “Cyra, I said good.”

“That isn’t enough.”

“It should be.”

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