“Oh, come on. She had you here. It’s not like she was alone.”
That was when something snapped inside me.
But before I could say anything, Janet smiled that terrifying, calm smile that mothers get when they’re about to teach someone a lesson they’ll never forget.
“Oh, don’t worry, son,” she said sweetly. “You’ll get your turn.”
Luke looked confused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’ll see.”
***
When I came home with the baby two days later, Janet had already moved into our guest room.
She’d “helpfully” offered to stay the first week to “support us through the transition.” Luke couldn’t say no without looking like a monster, so he agreed.
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