give into something ugly simply because you’re angry.”
I sat down.
She was right.
I wanted Mom to be angry because I was angry.
But those were two different things.
Still, there was one question I couldn’t let go.
I looked toward the scrapbook lying on the dresser.
“Then why did you hide Melissa’s birthday card under your plate yesterday?”
Mom froze.
Melissa turned toward her.
“Mom?”
Mom started putting documents back into the folder.
“It was nothing.”
“No,” I said gently. “That’s what you always say.”
She gave me
