“Have you noticed your mom never asks how you’re doing?”
I laughed it off. “She’s just busy.”
“She spent 40 minutes telling everyone about Megan’s Instagram followers. She didn’t mention your promotion once.”
I didn’t have an answer for that.
What I did have was a memory. Four years ago, my grandfather called me out of the blue.
Grandpa Harold. Mom always said he was too busy to see us, that he didn’t really care about family.
But that day, his voice was soft. Careful.
“Paige, I need to ask you something. Are you happy? Is your mother? Is she good to you?”
I hesitated. Something in his tone made me uneasy. “Yes, Grandpa. Everything’s fine.”
He was quiet for a moment. Then: “If that ever changes, you call me. Promise me.”
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