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Zac stared at me, his eyes huge, his lips apart. He looked as if he'd stopped breathing. "Amy, you need to hear what she has to say."
I was being a coward again. If he was right and his mother accepted me, then good, but if he was wrong and she bit my head off, then it was fine too. I meant what I said and wouldn't be a wedge between Zac and his family. If his family couldn't see that I'd simply been doing my job and couldn't accept me as Zac's wife, then I would walk away.
It would hurt as much as tearing my heart out would, but I could do it. For Zac.
"Hello? Zac? Put the phone up, I can't see you."
He blinked at the phone. "Mom."
"Better," came the crisp woman's voice. It reminded me of one of my English teachers. She had the cool, clipped tones of someone who went to a good sc
