I nodded, clutching a tissue. “She’d probably say we were finally getting it right.”
We even laughed a little. Can you believe it? In the midst of all that pain, we discovered a moment of joy.
Then my stepdaughter showed up and nearly destroyed everything.
Amber was 30, only three years younger than me, and she was going to make sure I never forgot it. She had made it apparent from the beginning that she did not like me.
So I was caught off guard when she showed up on my doorstep oozing empathy.
“Hey,” she said, stepping into my foyer without invitation. “I heard about… you know. The accident. I’m so sorry.”
The words came out flat, rehearsed. Like she’d practiced them in the car.
“Thank you,” I said, because what else do you say?
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