“Oh, Nora, don’t look so serious. It’s only a joke.”
“Please put it away,” I said.
Her smile sharpened.
“It wasn’t cheap.”
Then she reached toward my baby.
I stepped back.
June woke and began to cry.
“Give her to me,” Margaret demanded. “You’re making her nervous.”
“No.”
The word silenced the room.
I looked toward Wesley, waiting for him to defend us. He shifted uncomfortably but said nothing until Margaret reached again.
“Mom,” he finally muttered, “maybe that’s enough.”
“Your wife is being dramatic,” she snapped.
Calm settled over me.
I secured June against my chest, opened my phone, and quietly began recording. I captured Margaret’s face, the collar, the laughing guests, and every cruel word she repeated.