out of the dining room with my back straight and my head high, feeling the weight of their stares. Only once I reached the empty ladies’ lounge did I allow myself to sink onto a velvet chair, my hands shaking as the full impact of my daughter’s words hit me.
You’re the worst mother anyone could have.
Was I?
I stared at my reflection in the ornate mirror. A woman with silver-streaked dark hair cut in a practical bob, wearing a department-store dress I’d spent hours selecting. Not glamorous like