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“I’m not going to a support group,” he said.

Chase barely had time to shove his hands in his pockets before his mother’s voice— her mother’s voice—cut through the October dusk. momswap brooklyn chase

“Fine.” She folded the flyer. “Then we walk. You tell me one thing about your real mom. I tell you one thing about my real kid. And when this mess ends, we both know how to miss someone better.” “I’m not going to a support group,” he said

The brownstone’s front door slammed so hard the stained-glass quivered. “Then we walk

“Because you keep asking me about my feelings. My real mom just asks if I want more meatloaf.”

“I’m not trying to replace her,” Denise said quietly. “But while she’s gone, you’re stuck with me. So here’s the deal: you run, I chase. Every time.”