“You have no right to want anything. Go do your homework, girls. Hopefully, in a few weeks, you won’t be around anymore, and I can get back to planning my wedding. Don’t worry, of course you’ll still be invited. But don’t think you’re going to be… bridesmaids or anything like that.”
I heard quick, barefoot footsteps coming up the stairs. Seconds later, the girls’ bedroom door slammed shut.
I stood there, holding my breath, feeling her words sink into my chest. I couldn’t even go near the kitchen. I didn’t want her to know I was there. I just needed to hear more. I needed to know more. I needed to be sure before I reacted.
Then I heard Jenna again, but her tone had changed, as if she’d flipped a switch. That’s how I knew she was on the phone with one of her friends.
“They’re finally gone,” Jenna said. Her voice was light now, almost breathless, as if she’d taken off a mask. “Karen, I…”
