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

Mia sat on the edge of one bed while Wyatt slept in the middle, surrounded by pillows like a tiny king.

I ordered terrible coffee from the lobby and watched my daughter stare at her hands.

After a long while, she said, “I let him.”

“No.”

“I did.”

“No.”

She looked at me. Angry finally. Thank God.

“Mom, please don’t make this neat.”

So I shut my mouth.

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