Chapter 74
“You’re an adult,” he says, “and you can do what you want. We won’t stop you.”
But that doesn’t stop him from slamming the door behind her when she finally leaves.
Echoes of her mother’s silence. She barely utters a word. Of course, Connie knew she wouldn’t. She stares holes in the floors, mutters under her breath that she is a disgrace to the family and she never wants to see her again, but these words don’t wound the way they should. On some level, this must come as a relief to the woman who birthed her. There has never been anything between them but silence.