from me was acceptable because Dad eventually replaced what you took?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
Vivian’s voice softened.
“I made mistakes.”
Lauren looked toward the stairs.
“Our daughter is sleeping upstairs.”
“I know.”
“You came to her birthday today.”
“Yes.”
“Carrying an apron.”
Vivian looked at it.
For the first time, she seemed embarrassed.
Lauren picked it up.
“You told my one-year-old daughter to make her own money.”
“Lauren—”
“You told her not to live off her husband.”
“I was making a point.”
Lauren nodded slowly.
