“I was under terrible stress yesterday morning, and you know it.

You’re trying to wreck this family over a simple household mistake.”

“Emma had a concussion,” I said, keeping my words soft and exact.

“She was in the emergency room for six hours.”

“Kids fall down all the time,” my mother said, stepping in between us and tapping a manicured fingernail on my car window.

“Your sister has a reputation in this town.

Olivia has a photo shoot for the country club newsletter on Friday.