After a 12-hour shift, I found my son eating cold rice while my mother-in-law’s family devoured the $300 lobsters I bought. When my son saved me a floor-fallen scrap, I took him and left. By morning, they were begging me to undo the financial ruin.

” he said.

Lauren looked at him coldly.

“Tell Carol I hope she remembers what she served me.”

Then she shut the door.

Inside, a platter of hot Maine lobsters waited.

Leo smiled. “Ready, Mom?”

Lauren cracked open the biggest claw and placed the best meat on his plate.

“Yes, baby,” she said.

“We’re finally ready to eat.”