Rebecca, being Rebecca, ignored Mark’s advice completely.
By midday, she had made it her mission to “fix” things in the only way she knew how—by hovering. She hovered while Kendra sat on the couch, flipping through channels, and hovered when Maddie tried distracting her with dumb t****k videos. She hovered as if sheer persistence could force Kendra to open up.
“Kendra, sweetheart, why don’t we go out for a bit? Get some fresh air? We could go shopping, maybe get our nails done?” Rebecca suggested, her tone overly cheerful.
Kendra didn’t even look away from the screen. “No thanks.”
Rebecca pressed on. “We could go to that brunch place you love. A mimosa and some girl talk might be exactly what you need.”
“No, Mom.”
Rebecca sighed but wasn’t ready to give up. “Okay, what about a spa da
