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milk, cereal and a broken bowl sat between them at their feet. It was a good thing she’d put on her house sandals on her way out of her room. She rushed to DJ and picked him up off the floor, placing him on her hip before she began checking his bare feet for cuts.
    “Tom, the least you could have done, was move him away from the broken bowl before you began your shouting match. He could have cut his foot.”
    He scoffed, throwing his hands up, “Of course you’re going to take his side, you always do!”
    She refrained from rolling her eyes and telling him how ridiculous he sounded. As silly as he looked: a forty-three-year-old man having a shouting match with a five-year-old boy. Hell, he was worse than DJ!
    She grabbed her son’s chin and turned his head to face her. “You okay? Did you get hurt?”
    He tried to turn his head to keep glaring at Tom, but she held onto his chin firmly.
    “No,” he grumbled. “Why does Mr. Tanner always pick on me, Momma?”
    Stealing a side glance at Tom and watching his face gain a deeper shade of red as his ire increased, she wondered the same thing. How she wished she knew.
    “Maybe because you call him Mr. Tanner instead of Daddy,” she chastised gently.
    His brows furrowed and his lips took a harsh line. Like every time she stared into her son’s little face, she was hit with a sense of familiarity, but as always, she could never put her finger on it.
    “Because he’s not my daddy. You don’t remember, but I do—”
    “Tasha,” Tom interrupted harshly only for DJ to scream over his next words—“That’s not her name!”
    Tasha caressed his cheek, holding him tighter against her when she felt his little body shake. “Hey kiddo, what’s the matter?”
    He glared at Tom and Tom glared back. What the hell was going on?
    “Do you want us to have that talk again?” Tom hissed through clenched teeth.
    Stunned, Tasha stared at him. Did he just threaten my son?
    DJ flinched as if he’d been hit then quickly wrapped his arms tightly around Tasha’s neck as he vigorously shook his head. She had to tug lightly on his arm to loosen the hold.
    “Good,” he nodded smugly. He smoothed back his dark blond hair before reaching for his jacket and briefcase from the chair. “I’m off to work. Tasha, you need to learn how to home school him.”
    “What? Why? He loves going to school, probably the only kid who does! Is this some sort of punishment for challenging you?” she exclaimed, barely containing her anger.
    He shrugged nonchalantly. “Take it however you want to, I don’t care. He’s not going back. His IQ is attracting too much unwanted attention.” With that, he sauntered out of the kitchen, the front door echoing his departure.
    Tasha soothingly rubbed DJ’s back. “Don’t listen to him, honey. You’re going to school and you are going to have fun learning all those new things—well, learning them again.”
    She heard him sniff against her neck. It broke her heart knowing whatever threat was in Tom’s last words to him made him so scared he cried. Why couldn’t they just get along? What was so different this year than the other four?
    These were the moments when she cursed that stupid accident that caused her amnesia.
    DJ wiggled in her arms. “You can put me down now. I wanna go to my room and learn my triangles.”
    Tasha smiled. Only her son would do fifth-grade algebra for fun. But it saddened her how dejected he sounded. She carried him to the staircase and placed him down on the bottom step.
    “Alright, but I don’t know how long you’ll be able to work on your triangles. You’re leaving for school in half an hour.”
    He frowned, his brows drawing together. “But Mr. Tanner said—”
    She waved his concern away. “You’re going because your mommy said so and I’m the boss of you.”
    His lips parted in the brightest smile that reached his brown eyes, making them sparkle. Again, so very familiar.
    “Thanks, Momma!” he cheered, wrapping