said, ‘I already saved her from becoming weak once. I can do it again.’”
Lauren hung up several minutes later.
Nobody spoke.
At 11:38, headlights swept across our front windows.
Paige looked outside.
“Oh, God.”
Vivian’s car.
Lauren didn’t move.
Her mother knocked twice.
I opened the door.
Vivian entered without waiting to be invited.
She looked at Paige.
“You had no right.”
Paige stared at her.
“You stole from your daughter.”
Vivian’s face tightened.
“I borrowed money during an impossible period.”
“For twenty years?” I asked.
“This is