fascinated by glasses, plates, and children.
Vivian folded her arms.
“I spent your entire childhood teaching you not to depend on anybody.”
“And I don’t.”
“You stopped working.”
“I made a decision with my husband.”
“Same thing.”
“No,” I said.
I stepped closer.
“It isn’t.”
Vivian looked at me.
“You don’t need to defend her.”
“My wife does not need me to establish her value.”
“Then stop acting like I attacked her.”
Lauren looked directly at her mother.
“You did.”
Vivian seemed genuinely wounded.
“After everything I sacrificed so you
