“Do you think Lucia likes the shitting ostrich?” Nera laughs and kisses me. “She loves it. But you didn’t have to buy her all that stuff. There are already too many toys lying around.” “I don’t care.” “You’ll spoil her.” “Children are meant to be spoiled.” I stop in the middle of the living room and let Nera slide down my front to the floor. “I’ve missed three years of her life. I understand that presents can never compensate for that, but I need you to let me do this. I . . . I want her to love me. Please.” Nera raises her hand and cups my cheek. “Lucia already loves you, baby. But not
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