Evie’s face drops again. She shrugs her little shoulders. “Mommy never wants to play any games,”she admits. “She just wants to talk all the time. Sometimes, she’s really boring. But she takes meswimming sometimes. Even though the last place we stayed didn’t have a pool. So we couldn’t dothat, either.”
“How many different places have you stayed at, kiddo?” I probe.
“I can’t remember,” she says again. “The place without the pool, the place with the ugly greenwallpaper, the place with the loud man down the hall…”
She trails off and I feel anger twist in my gut.
Any admiration I might’ve once had for Sonya disappears instantly.
She may be confident, strong and powerful. But she’s a shitty mother, and that’s not something I canforgive.
I had assumed she
