I just—”
“The phone calls. The charm. The hospital on the wrong side of town. You told me you were going to your parents’ house every Wednesday.”
Megan stepped forward.
“Claire, please listen.”
“I’m not talking to you,” I snapped. “I don’t even know you anymore.”
She recoiled like I had slapped her.
Daniel tried to sit higher.
“Babe, please. They think it continue reading …