 When the woman smiled, her teeth were individually perfect, but the smile overall was off-balance. “I prefer you call me mother-in-love.”
Tami’s throat tightened. Her neck stiffened, refusing to allow her head to nod politely of its own volition. “Love my son like I do and we’ll get along just fine.” Tami thought her breathing might stop entirely. The woman’s smile disappeared. “Of course that’s impossible, but do try. You should try.”
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