My Son-in-Law Saw Who I Copied on the Email

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Caleb’s gaze dropped to my phone.

“Delete that.”

“No.”

His smile thinned. “Be careful, Eleanor. You’re living in my guest room.”

I rocked the baby gently. “Your guest room?”

“My house. My rules.”

“Mom, don’t,” Mia whispered.

And that whisper – that whisper was the worst part. She wasn’t protecting herself. She was protecting me. From him.

Caleb stepped continue reading …