warmth she had never shown Tommy.
Then Joe turned toward me.
“Tracy and I are going to be together. You couldn’t give me another child, and my mother deserves a proper grandson to carry the family name. Be reasonable. Sign the divorce papers, pack your things, and don’t make trouble over the house or company stock.”
Dozens of people stared at me.
One aunt whispered that Joe needed an heir.
A cousin murmured that I should accept reality with dignity.
I opened my mouth.
Before I could speak, Tommy stood