My legs went weak.
“Seriously? You’re fine with your mom talking like our daughters aren’t enough?”
He shrugged. “I’m thirty-five, Claire. I need a son.”
Something in me cracked.
After that, Patricia started leaving empty boxes in the hallway.
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My legs went weak.
“Seriously? You’re fine with your mom talking like our daughters aren’t enough?”
He shrugged. “I’m thirty-five, Claire. I need a son.”
Something in me cracked.
After that, Patricia started leaving empty boxes in the hallway.