We were watching the life cycle of the seahorse and their mating process when suddenly, the handle of our bedroom door turned. My mother-in-law walked in with two cups of tea and a sandwich. “Your favourite, my son: tomato, cucumber and pickle.” I was unsure of what to do as I was in my nightie and it felt very strange. She walked over to his side of the bed, placed the tray down on the bedside table and indicated to him to make space for her, which he did. I glared at him. He made this strange face back at me. She signalled for a pillow to lean against and he gave it to her. I stared at my
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