Chapter 8

"Isabelle, you're home." Veronica said it so naturally, as though I were merely a guest who hadn't visited in a long time. I stood in the entryway without stepping farther inside. A pale blue apron was tied around her waist. Sophia had given it to me for Mother's Day when she was twelve. The words "World's Best Mom" were still embroidered crookedly across the front. Now another woman was wearing it. "Take off my apron," I said. Veronica glanced down at it, and her smile became strained. "I...