an impossible day to celebrate your daughter.”
Paige stared at her.
“You came almost an hour late.”
“I was working.”
“Mom—”
“Apparently I’m the villain because I have a job.”
There it was.
Career versus motherhood.
Work versus laziness.
Vivian versus the imaginary enemy she had spent years fighting.
“I’m leaving.”
She kissed Paige’s cheek.
Not Lauren’s.
Not Sophie’s.
Then she walked out.
For several seconds, nobody moved.
Sophie ended the silence by throwing a wooden block at my shoe.
She laughed.
Someone else laughed.
Then another person.
The room
