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Silence fell over the yard. Everyone stared at Carol, stunned.
She turned away and hurried inside.
I rushed to Emma, held her tightly. I expected tears, but she was quiet. Resigned.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I whispered, holding her tighter than ever.
Brian stormed inside, furious. From the kitchen window, I heard his raised voice and Carol’s defensive replies.
Other parents began to leave, awkward and uncomfortable.
Emma’s birthday party was over, ruined by a single act of heartlessness.
Fifteen minutes later, Carol returned.
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