“No.”
“Grandma warned me.”
“Lauren.”
“I defended him.”
“You loved your husband.”
“I stopped calling you.”
“I know.”
“I let him make me think you were trying to control me.”
“I know.”
“I’m sorry.”
Mother drew a shaky breath.
“We can talk about all of that later.”
I wiped my cheeks.
“How can you say that?”
“Because right now I need my daughter to get her babies somewhere safe.”
The word daughter reminded me I’d existed before becoming Mrs. Cole Whitmore.
“I don’t want Dad coming here.”
“He won’t.”
“Promise
