finished letting other people decide what I’m allowed to know.”
I folded the paper and placed it inside my purse.
“If Laura wants to see me, she can come to me.”
“I’ll tell her.”
“And Dolly?”
She stopped.
“Don’t involve Sophie in something like this again.”
“I won’t.”
“Good.”
Three weeks passed.
Laura never came.
Oddly enough, it hurt less than I expected.
Maybe because this time, at least, I finally knew the truth.
During those weeks, I visited Dad once.
For the first time in years, he said Laura’s
