I shook my head.
“Being exhausted doesn’t mean she’s imagining things.”
Mallory rolled her eyes.
“We gave up four days to help your family. A little appreciation would be nice.”
“You used her debit card without checking with me.”
“She said I could borrow it.”
“Then show me what you bought.”
Mallory hesitated; Beverly intervened.
“I told her it was fine.”
“It wasn’t your decision.”
Mom stared.
“I’m your mother.”
“And Natalie is my wife. Miles is my son.”
The room fell silent. I asked why Beverly had discouraged my wife’s calls. She averted her eyes.
“You were under pressure at work. I was protecting you.”
“By making my wife believe I didn’t want to hear from her?”
“You’re exaggerating.”
“No, Mom. I’m finally listening to what happened while I wasn’t here.”
Mallory seized her purse.
“This is ridiculous. We’re being treated like strangers.”
