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.”

My chest burned. My lips went numb. Another cramp folded me over, and my fork clattered against the plate.

Someone finally shouted, “Call 911!”

Daniel moved then, but even his help felt reluctant. He grabbed my arm like I was making a scene on purpose.

“Claire, look at me. Stop panicking.”

I wanted to tell him this wasn’t panic.

This was poison.

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