The laughter and clinking glasses were interrupted by my stepmother’s voice as I balanced a paper dish with half-eaten cupcakes. She held a champagne flute near the baby gift table, her grin too lovely to trust. The blow: “At least this baby has a father,” she murmured with slick venom. A few uneasy laughs escaped. Then quiet. I caught her...
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