my reading chair. A floral teacup on the coffee table.
And then I saw her. Diana, my mother-in-law, wearing a navy cardigan and a smile that sent ice crawling down my spine. She was sipping tea, my tea from the wedding china Ethan and I had saved for three years to buy. Across from her, casually tossing throw blankets into a basket, was Joseline, Ethan’s continue reading …
