One Sentence Across the Table

you made me sound like I cleaned vents.”

Rebecca’s eyes had gone shiny. I didn’t stop.

“You took down the photo from my grand opening before your guests arrived.”

That hit her harder than the contract number.

Because it was small.

Specific.

True.

“I saw the dust line on the mantel,” I said. “You didn’t even wipe it.”

My mother covered her mouth.

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