“So she gets away with it?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Then what are you planning?”
Mark was quiet for a long moment.
“She wants to pretend nothing happened. She wants us to just move on and forget about it. So I’m going to give her exactly what she wants.”
“I don’t understand.”
“She called. While you were putting the kids to bed. Invited us to Sunday dinner.”
“You’re not seriously considering going.”
“Actually, I am. And I’m going to make sure she never forgets what she did.”
Sunday Dinner
On Saturday afternoon, Mark asked me one question.
“Can you put together a short video? Lily’s hospital visits. Her hair falling out. Leo’s promise. Everything. About five minutes.”
I stared at him. “Why?”
“Because my mother needs to understand what she destroyed.”
I spent Saturday night going through old photos and videos. Lily in
