My Sister Slapped My Baby at Christmas Dinner — And My Husband’s Response Left the Entire Room Frozen

My stomach turned.

David stared at Patricia.

Not angry.

Disappointed.

And somehow that was worse.

“Stress?”

My mother shifted uncomfortably.

“She’s been working very hard.”

David nodded once.

Slowly.

Then looked at Lucas.

Then back at her.

“So stress justifies hitting a baby?”

Patricia immediately looked away.

Unable to answer.

Because there was no answer.

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