smiled faintly.
“I canceled the wedding,” I confirmed, “and sold the house Amber and Blake have been living in, and I’m leaving tomorrow for the Carolina coast.”
My mother absorbed this with remarkable equanimity, nodding slightly.
“Thought it might be something like that. Amber finally pushed too far, didn’t she?”
That simple acknowledgement—that my mother had recognized the pattern of behavior I’d been tolerating for years—brought unexpected tears to my eyes.
“She told me to disappear from her life,” I said quietly. “Called me the worst mother anyone could have.”
