My Young StepMom
I froze, and my mouth dropped open.
Freddie, who these past few days could barely lift his own head, the man I still had to assist every time he was fed, and who could barely open his mouth due to extreme weakness, was now sitting perfectly straight. His right hand, which had slammed the table, held a terrifying force, and his face was no longer pale. It had color now, and his eyes were glaring with rage.
I gripped the side of my skirt tightly. I was completely shocked.
"Freddie..." was all I could whisper. Freddie reached for my hand and kissed it.
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