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Uncomfortable Silence

“Why aren’t you eating yet little wife,” he teased, his attention wholly fixed on me.

“Good morning, Mum,” he added smoothly a moment later, glancing toward his mother, who sat near the head of the table.

I bowed my head politely, forcing a smile. “Good morning, Mum.”

“Eat, eat,” she urged gently...