Your Uncle, My True Love
she said, trying to keep her voice steady, “eat first.”
“But Mom,” Ethan stepped closer, excited, “I want to give it to him today. I might forget later.”
“Ethan,” Emma repeated, quicker this time. “Not now.”
Ethan frowned.
“Why? Uncle came yesterday.”
James glanced at Emma. Her face had gone pale, her jaw tight. Something thin and sharp tightened the air between them—a residue from a night left unfinished.
“Dad,” Ethan turned back, “can I call Uncle?”
“No,” Emma answered, her voice rising before she could stop it. “I already said—no!”
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