My sister pushed her phone across my dining table and enlarged a photo of my 16-year-old daughter standing on a beach.
Nora had been laughing when I took it.
Now, she stared at the screen as if Vanessa had slapped her.
« Those stains are in every picture, Audrey. »
« If you know your skin looks like that, » Vanessa continued, « why wear something so revealing? »
I stood so fast that my chair struck the wall.
« Put the phone away, Vanessa. »
Vanessa didn’t even look at me.
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