Grandma turned slowly toward her.
“Overreacting?” she repeated.
Her voice stayed calm.
Too calm.
“My daughter-in-law died bringing that little boy into this world.”
Melissa rolled her eyes slightly. “And I’m raising him now.”
“No,” Grandma said coldly. “You’re replacing her. There’s a difference.”
Melissa’s face reddened instantly.
My dad stepped in weakly. “Can we all just calm down?”
Grandma wheeled on him so fast he actually stepped backward.
“Your daughter spent weeks making something with her own hands out of her mother’s clothing. Your wife threw it in the trash like it was filth, and you sat there silent.”
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