“Mrs. Hale,” I jumped in. “Is there anything we can do for you while we’re here? Make you dinner or anything?” Lydia took another drag of her cigarette and blew the smoke in my direction as she surveyed me. “I don’t need anything else from the Ryders,” she said sharply. What was that supposed to mean? “Your lot already took my son away from me, and now I see you’ve got your claws in him.” Luke squeezed my hand again. “Mom. You know I couldn’t stay here,” Luke said fiercely. “Don’t hate the Ryders for giving me what you couldn’t, and I’m not going to stay here if you talk to my girl that way.”
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