Pamela’s expression tightened.

“That,” she hissed, “is exactly the problem.

You keep treating the past as though it deserves equal space with our future.”

“Hannah is not the past,” I said.

“I didn’t say she was.

But she constantly brings Rebecca into everything we do.” Samantha had quietly moved to stand a few steps behind Hannah.

Pamela folded her arms around her bouquet.

“She mentions her mother at holidays, keeps photographs everywhere, gets upset when we talk about changing the house.