“After everything I’ve done for you this week?”

“You asked me to bake thirty lemon desserts while my baby was in critical condition,” I said.

“Because your sister was crying!” my mother snapped, her voice carrying all the way to the scrub sinks.

“You’re turning my own granddaughter against me over absolute nonsense.”

The lead security guard unhooked a black walkie-talkie from his belt.

“Mrs.

Bennett, do you want us to escort her off the property, or do you want local law enforcement called?”

My mother turned toward the guard, her face flushing bright red under the fluorescent lights.