Standing in that kitchen, Lena leaned closer and lowered her voice.
“I was meant to be a boy mom,” she said.
Her grip on my arm tightened.
“I’ve dreamed about it my whole life.”
I stared at her.
“And what does that have to do with me?”
She exhaled sharply, like I was the one being unreasonable.
“Instead I got stuck with a daughter who ruined everything.”
For a moment I couldn’t even speak.
“You’re talking about Maya,” I finally said.