maintained, allowing you to believe I was financially and socially inadequate.”
“Mom, stop,” Amber pleaded, tears streaming now. “You’re making it sound so calculated.”
“Wasn’t it?” I asked simply.
“Last night, you told me to disappear from your life. You called me the worst mother anyone could have… all because I suggested moving your grandmother to a table where she might actually hear the wedding she helped finance.”
Blake stood abruptly, dragging his hands through his hair in a gesture of distress.
“I don’t understand,” he said. “Why would you
