saying anything, she pushed back her chair and walked toward her bedroom.
Seconds later, she returned holding a small brass key.
Melissa immediately stood.
“Mom, don’t.”
Mom ignored her.
She walked into the bedroom and knelt beside the locked bottom drawer of her dresser.
Melissa rushed forward.
“Don’t open that!”
I caught her by the arm.
“What is wrong with you?”
“Nothing. Amanda, stay out of this.”
“You just tried to stop Mom from opening her own drawer.”
“I wasn’t going to hurt anyone.”
Then Mom looked up.
“Melissa.”
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