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oath?” I asked.
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.”
His eyes filled. “I have a daughter.”
“So did I.”
He looked away.
Then he nodded.
While Margaret played the grieving grandmother in public, her arrogance grew teeth.
She hosted a charity luncheon two weeks after my daughter’s death. She wore black and told guests, “We’re all suffering. Claire’s accusations are a symptom of trauma.”
