Inside was a pearl necklace.
“Well,” I said at breakfast, “unless one of you got engaged to a prince, I have questions.”
Rose’s smile flickered.
Next, May got a designer coat. Then June walked in with her phone.
“My car payment’s gone.”
Inside was a pearl necklace.
“Paid off?”
“Paid off.”
Nobody laughed.
“Who sent these?” I asked.
Rose looked down. May blinked too fast. June crossed her arms.
“They’re from Mom,” June said.
“Who sent these?”
I gripped the counter.
“Lisa? Are you serious?”
May nodded.
“How long?”
“A few months,” Rose said.
“Months.”
“Lisa? Are you serious?”
“We didn’t know how to tell you,” May whispered.
“So you told her instead.”
May flinched.
I hated that I hurt her, but I couldn’t pull the words back.
June stepped forward. “She reached out online. We had a right to answer.”
I hated that I hurt her.
