“You look beautiful.” My mom’s voice was still hesitant as she braided my hair.
I smiled. “Thank you.” I blew out a breath. “Mom…” I started but my voice trailed off.
“I’m sorry.” She spun my chair. I opened my eyes to see that she was already crying. “I am so sorry, baby.” She looked down at her hands. “You were right yesterday.”
“What?” The exhaustion still ate at my concentration. My mother looked up, and a tear fell. “What are you talking about?”
She sighed as she grabbed my hand. “You were right.” She tightened her grip, almost as if she was afraid I would pull away. “When you said that, I knew. Your father had told me everything he was doing. Hell, half of them we made together. And I am so sorry.” She looked up, trying to stop the tears. “I’m not trying to ruin my makeup. It’
