Becoming My Ex's Mother in Law
she said as she hugged me tightly.
I hugged her back, a broad grin on my face.
“Don’t mention it,” I said.
I felt a tugging on my dress, and I looked down to see the daughter—no older than six—staring up at me with big, round, innocent eyes.
“Excuse me,” she said, “are you Crystal Blanchard?”
I laughed and pulled away from her mother.
“Yes, yes, I am.”
“You’re Mommy’s favorite Luna.”
This time, I laughed nervously.