I knew my mother-in-law hated me, but I never thought she would hide shrimp in my food while I was pregnant. When my throat closed and I grabbed my belly, Daniel snapped, “Stop em:bar:rassing my mother.”

I threw them straight into the trash.

Daniel watched from the doorway, exhausted and gray.

“She didn’t know.”

I laughed once. It came out sharp and broken.

“She knew.”

“You’re grieving,” he said quietly. “Don’t turn this into a war.”

“It became war the moment your mother put shrimp in my food.”

His jaw tightened.

“You can’t prove that.”

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