Helen snorted.
“Ridiculous. I’ve seen bad mothers, Sophia. Women who abandoned their children, who chose men or drugs over their babies, who inflicted physical and emotional damage without remorse. You’re not even in the same universe as those women.”
“I know that,” I said—intellectually, at least.
“But hearing those words from my own daughter after everything…”
“Broke something fundamental,” my mother finished for me. “A bond you thought was unbreakable.”
“Yes.”
We sat in silence for a moment. Then Helen changed the subject, as she always did when emotions threatened
