It was a brief reset period.”

Beatrice Miller glanced down at her silver neck chain and fidgeted with the links.

“Teresa,” Beatrice said quietly.

“Is this what you were talking about on that private parenting forum last night?

The one with the paying members?”

Teresa didn’t answer her.

She kept her eyes fixed on my face.

“I left the house for twenty minutes to make our lunch reservation,” Teresa said.