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Saturday.”
My In-Laws Treated Our Home Like a Free Five-Star Restaurant for Months—Then One Weekly BBQ Came With a Price They Never Saw Coming
The line went dead.
I stood there holding a folded onesie, staring at nothing. A minute later, Mark walked in, tie loosened, briefcase still in hand. He saw my face and stopped in the doorway.
“Dad called, didn’t he?”
“Three more people. Maybe four.”
He let out that slow, guilty breath I’d come to hate. “I’ll talk to him.”
