Chapter 3 - The Arrogant Mother-In-Law Realizes Her Control Is Slipping

Eleanor Sterling stood tall near the shattered ceramic bowl, her perfectly styled blonde hair catching the afternoon sun.
She noticed the sudden transformation in Clara’s posture and felt an unfamiliar prickle of unease crawl down her spine.
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“What are you whispering about over that phone, Clara? Stop playing games and clean up this patio immediately,” Eleanor snapped.
Clara did not flinch, nor did she bow her head in submission as she had done for the past five years.
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