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Claire's body froze. She drew in a sharp breath while attempting to flash a smile.
"Mrs. Murphy, I..." Tension failed her.
The complaint in Tia's eyes was palpable. She didn't try to hide her disdain when she sneered.
"I have been fond of you always, Claire. You are like my daughter. I truly sympathize with you for what you suffered. But," Tia grasped her hand and squeezed it spitefully. "I do not appreciate you dragging my son in your mess."
"Mrs. Murphy, I don't know what you are saying. I didn't—"
"I will cut to the chase, Claire. I saw the article and the pictures and it is too much for my bearing. How could you kiss my son?"
A startled gasp burst from Claire's mouth. She blinked her eyes frantically as she shook her head in dissent.
"I didn't kiss Tyler, Mrs. Murphy. The
