Tuesday.
Mark expected Beth to stay away, just as she had for years.
She didn’t.
When Beth walked through the door holding Stefan’s hand, my mother stood so quickly her chair scraped across the floor.
Cole stared at Stefan.
For once, neither boy looked angry.
They just looked confused.
Mark returned from the hallway.
The second he saw Beth, his face went white.
Then he said:
“She’s here to cause trouble.”
Beth placed the forged letter on the table.
I placed my medical records beside it.
Grace laid out copies
