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Keep an eye on dan

Agnetha sat in her car, her heart heavy with the weight of the moment. Beside her, her little boy chattered happily, oblivious to the emotions swirling within his mother's chest. She glanced back at him, watching as he waved enthusiastically to his mother, who sat in her car as he stood next to his father

As Agnetha pulled away from the curb, she couldn't shake off the sense of loss that engulfed her. Despite the facade of happiness she wore for her son's sake, she knew that this separation marked the end of an era, the death knell of a once-promising relationship.

"My little boy looks so happy," Agnetha murmured to herself, the words bitter on her tongue. "And he loves his dad."

She had loved him too, once upon a time. Maybe she still did, in some small, stubborn corner of her heart. But love wasn't always enough to sustain a marriage, especially when trust had withered away like leaves in autumn.

"Keep an eye on Christian," Agnetha's voice trembled as she made the plea to Björn. "Promise me you can. He gets out of hand if you let him."

Björn nodded, his expression solemn. He knew all too well the challenges of co-parenting, of navigating the turbulent waters of shared custody. But Agnetha's words held a weight that he couldn't ignore.

As she drove away, Agnetha felt the tears threatening to spill. She pulled over, the solitude of her car providing a brief respite from the chaos of her emotions. She banged the wheel in frustration, the ache in her chest a constant reminder of the pain she tried so desperately to bury.

"I said goodbye," Agnetha whispered to herself, her voice barely a whisper. "And I did not cry. Though my heart ached."

In the quiet of her car, memories flooded her mind like a relentless tide. She remembered the early days of their relationship, the laughter and the love that had once bound them together. But now, all that remained was the bitter taste of regret, the echoes of what could have been.

"I think he must have lost some weight," Agnetha mused, her thoughts drifting to Björn. "Funny how it takes me back to our first date."

As she drove on, the road stretched out before her like an endless expanse of uncertainty. But amidst the turmoil of her emotions, Agnetha found solace in one simple truth: she would be back on Sunday to get him. And until then, she could only hope that Björn would keep an eye on Christian, their precious son caught in the crossfire of their fractured love.