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

Wyatt woke and made a fussy little grunt. Mia picked him up. He rooted against her shirt, furious at the slow service.

Diane watched him with both hands folded in her lap.

“Would you like to hold him?” Mia asked.

Diane’s mouth trembled.

“Only if you’re sure.”

Mia handed Wyatt over.

Diane held him like he was made of spun sugar and unpaid debts.

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