consequences. That’s not the same thing.”
For a moment, my mother’s face crumpled. I almost softened. Old habits rose like ghosts.
Be nice.
Be understanding.
Don’t make things worse.
Then my phone rang on the counter.
Vivian’s name flashed.
I walked away from the door, picked it up, and put it on speaker.
“Hello, Vivian.”
Her voice exploded through the kitchen.continue reading …