“You called my mother ‘the other mother.’”
My chest tightened.
Vanessa closed her eyes.
Grant continued.
“You said you didn’t want her wearing the same color as the people who would be in the ‘real family pictures.’”
Nobody laughed now.
I looked directly at Vanessa.
She wouldn’t meet my eyes.
Her mother spoke first.
“You’re taking those messages out of context.”
I almost laughed.
“What possible context makes that sound better?”
She had no answer.
Grant turned toward me.
“I’m sorry, Mom.”
Those two words affected me more than everything
