My Granddaughter Called Me At 2 A.m. From An Intake Office

it happened.

It started over something small. A misplaced phone charger. Victoria’s, of course.

Victoria accused Emma of taking it to be malicious. The argument grew louder. Victoria said things. Vile things about Emma, about her mom, Karen.

“She said Mom was weak,” Emma whispered, staring at a crack in the pavement. “She said I was just like her.”

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