Mom Called Me Damaged at My Sister’s Baby Shower

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“Some women are simply damaged goods. Too broken to ever be a mother.”

For one second, the room vanished.

I heard only my heartbeat.

Then I smiled.

Slowly.

Eleanor’s expression flickered.

I looked at my watch.

1:19 p.m.

Perfect.

“Mother,” I said clearly, “you may want to put your teacup down.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“What?”

The conservatory doors opened.

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