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was better than any detective Margaret could buy. Within forty-eight hours, she had the catering contract, the kitchen staff list, delivery invoices, and photos from two guests’ phones.
I knew my mother-in-law hated me, but I never thought she would hide shrimp in my food while I was pregnant. When my throat closed and I grabbed my belly, Daniel snapped, “Stop em:bar:rassing my mother.”
The dinner menu had no seafood.
Not one dish.
But the invoice did.
One small private order: chopped shrimp, delivered separately, marked “special portion.”
