Monica's POV
"You've got some nerve showing your face here, harassing my friend," Michelle snapped at Murphy, her eyes blazing with protective fury.
"Monica, please," Murphy pleaded, tears glistening in her eyes. "I wouldn't chase after you if it wasn't important. Just hear me out for a minute."
"No way in hell. Get lost and leave Monica alone," Michelle growled, looking dangerously close to physically removing Murphy from our table.
I touched Michelle's arm gently. "Michelle, it's okay. I'll listen to what she has to say. Better to deal with this now than have her stalking me everywhere I go."
Not wasting a second, Murphy pulled out the chair beside me and sat down, leaning in uncomfortably close.
"I'm speaking to you as one mother to another," she began, dramatically placing her hand over her heart. "We both know how difficult raising a child alone can be. And in your case, without even knowing who fathered your son..." Her words dripped with false sympathy.
