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gasped but did not scream. She clutched Noah tighter, turning her body so the baby would not be caught between them.

My mother leaned close to her face.

“You think having his baby makes you queen here?” she hissed. “This is my son’s house. My son’s money. My son’s name. You are here because he lets you be here.”

I stood so fast my chair slammed into the continue reading …