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not good for Hannah.”
    â€œI’m not dead, Caitlin. I’m her father. ” Eric thought Caitlin had lost her mind. “Are you taking her out of the school district? You can’t do that. She’s only in second grade. She just started—”
    â€œNo, I’m not.”
    Eric’s heart eased. At least, that. “Where are you going to go? When’s settlement?”
    â€œI don’t have to tell you.”
    â€œWhat? Why wouldn’t you?”
    â€œWhen it’s final, I’ll tell you. This is about you, not her.”
    â€œBut I’m concerned about her. Can’t you think how this will affect her? It’s too much for her to deal with, all at once. She’s still working out that we broke up.”
    â€œShe’ll be fine.”
    â€œNot necessarily. She’s a sensitive kid.” Eric knew Hannah’s emotional health had been a major problem during their marriage. He feared that Hannah had inherited his anxiety disorder, which was genetic, but Caitlin always argued that he reinforced Hannah’s anxieties, so that she played them up for him. Caitlin would never believe that Hannah wasn’t perfect, like her.
    â€œWe’ll start over. Fresh.”
    Eric switched tacks. “Can I buy the house from you? I’ll buy it back. My own house.”
    â€œNo. It’s a done deal, cash, for full ask.”
    Eric didn’t know when Caitlin started talking like a Realtor. “What did they pay? I’ll pay more. I’ll top it.”
    â€œNo, it’s done.” Caitlin threw up her hands. “Let it go. You never let anything go. ”
    Eric felt his temper flare, but stayed in control. “Where’s Hannah? We were supposed to have dinner tonight.”
    â€œWe can’t. We have softball practice.”
    â€œSince when does she play softball?” Eric felt as if he’d stepped into bizarro world. Hannah didn’t like sports. The child had absolutely no athletic prowess. She liked to write, draw, and read. She was a bookworm, like him.
    â€œIt’s the first night, a practice, in the summer league on the playground.”
    â€œYou can’t sign her up for softball without talking to me about it. We’re supposed to agree.”
    â€œWe’re giving it a try for one practice. I don’t need your agreement to try.” Caitlin waved him off with a manicured hand.
    â€œYes, you do. We have joint legal custody.” Eric felt everything slipping away. His life, his home. His wife, his daughter. Control. He was big enough to admit that, too.
    â€œWhat possible objection could you have?”
    â€œYou know my objection. You push her into sports. You want her to be an athlete because you were. You don’t care whether she wants to play.”
    â€œWhat’s the big deal? Let her be a normal kid, for God’s sake.” Caitlin waved him off like a fly. “Normal kids like sports. Don’t you want her to be normal?”
    â€œI want her to be who she is—”
    â€œNo,” Caitlin snapped. “You want her to be you. ”
    â€œAnd you want her to be you, ” Eric shot back, wondering when exactly they’d gone from I-hope-our-little-girl-is-exactly-like-you to I-hope-our-little-girl-is-the-exact-opposite-of-you.
    â€œLeave, Eric. You have no right to be here.”
    â€œWhere is she? I want to see her.”
    â€œNo, you can’t. She has to get dressed. We’re running late.”
    â€œI can’t see her? Really?” Eric stepped toward the door, but Caitlin blocked it with her body, folding her arms. He was a big guy, but he wasn’t about to intimidate her and she knew it. It was the last thing he would do, ever.
    â€œWe got cleats and a uniform. She’s excited. Don’t mess it up for her.”
    â€œI’m not going to mess it up for her, I’m going to say hello. She expected to see me—”
    â€œYou can’t