When the woman smiled, her teeth were individually perfect, but the smile overall was off-balance. “I prefer you call me mother-in-love.”
Tami’s throat tightened. Her neck stiffened, refusing to allow her head to nod politely of its own volition.
“Love my son like I do and we’ll get along just fine.”
Tami thought her breathing might stop entirely.
The woman’s smile disappeared. “Of course that’s impossible, but do try. You should try.”
Published on July 11, 2020 07:46