MARRYING My FATHER-IN-LAW
“Tell me, Rita, why can’t you get a husband of your own without my help?”
That’s my cue. I step into the room, and suddenly, all eyes are on me.
And surprise, surprise—Kristen is actually there.
I exhale, slow and controlled, forcing myself to keep my anger in check. But when I speak, my voice is sharp.
“Kristen,” I say, my gaze locking on her. “I didn’t realize you were sitting here, silently, while my wife was being disrespected. Isn’t she your daughter?”
Kristen presses her lips together. She doesn’t say a damn word.