“Laura, thank you for doing this,” I said on the screen. “You’ve finally made her happy.”
I looked up.
Laura was folding her nightshirt.
“I needed a record,” she said. “Every time I told you, you explained why I shouldn’t be hurt.”
“You’ve finally made her happy.”
“You could have shown it to me.”
“Would you have watched? Or asked me to delete it before your mother found out?”
I’d just asked exactly that.
“I’ll talk to her. Tomorrow, I’ll…”
“You said that after the soup.”
I’d just asked exactly that.
I put the phone down.
“Please stay. Let me fix this.”
She zipped the bag.
“I’m staying with Priya. I need to decide what I want.”
“Laura.”
“Please stay.”
Her eyes filled, but she picked up the bag.
“I’m tired of waiting to find out whether you’ll do it this time. You say you’ll do anything for me, but ‘anything’ clearly doesn’t include standing up to your mother.”
