casual, as if he’d just dropped a napkin rather than humiliated his wife. “Guess we miscounted.”
A ripple of laughter moved through the family—soft, cruel, and shared. As their amusement settled, I stood there, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks, but I refused to let my composure crack.
“Seems I’m not family,” I said calmly. I turned on my heel and walked continue reading …