“During the first meeting, Mom? What is going on with you tonight?”
I checked my watch. Tom would be pulling into the driveway any second. I decided then that I wouldn’t wait for him to start the fire.
If Daniel was going to hate me for what I was about to do, he might as well hear the whole truth.
I stood and walked to the bookshelf in the corner.
I wouldn’t wait for him to start the fire.
I pulled out a heavy photo album.
“Mom, seriously, can we just finish dinner?” Daniel asked, his frustration mounting.
“Be patient, Daniel. There are things I chose not to tell you, but now you need to know.”
I flipped the pages until I found the photo I wanted: two young women standing in front of a rose bush. One was me, looking tired but happy. The other was Evelyn. We had our arms linked.
Grace leaned forward. “That’s my mom!”
I pulled out a heavy photo album.
“Yes, that’s your mother. And that’s me.”
