That silenced her.
“Laura was sixteen when she left. I can understand a sixteen-year-old making a terrible decision.”
Dolly lowered her eyes.
“But she didn’t stay sixteen forever. She was twenty-two when she came home. Then she was thirty. Then forty.”
“She was ashamed.”
“So was I.”
“She thought you hated her.”
“She didn’t know that. She never asked me.”
Dolly said nothing.
“Mom carries guilt for that.”
“She should. Dad doesn’t get every ounce of blame simply because he’s easier to be angry with.”
After a moment, Dolly nodded.
