My Mother

that.

“We give it to the police,” I said. “Our lawyer. The hospital. The court if we need to. But not Facebook.”

Daniel’s anger softened into respect.

“Okay,” he said. “Not Facebook.”

That was the difference between him and my mother.

Daniel could be furious and still think about Lily.

My mother could be guilty and still think only about herself.

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