The room went silent. Genevieve’s expression changed so quickly I almost missed it. It was not anger at first, but fear. Then she quickly replaced it with anger to cover the fear.
“What did you say to me?”
Clara buried her face in my dress. Benjamin stood up.
“Genevieve, wait.”
“She is not staying here,” Genevieve snapped.
I placed one hand over Clara’s back. “That is a conversation between you and your daughter, but do not frighten her in my kitchen.”
Genevieve’s cheeks colored. “I am her mother.”
“Yes,” I said. “Try to remember that before you bring her here to collect debts.”
THE END! THANKS FOR READING!
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