Chapter 11
Kate MorganThe rest of summer had gone by with Kate pretending everything was well. Between the two of them, Kate and Helen had shared some light moments of laughter and reminiscing about the past. But the moments were sparse; some short-lived. Kate never seemed to know what triggered her mother’s moods just as that one weekend, when Kate sat on the sofa clipping Adam’s fingernails. “You’re such a good boy, Adam,” Kate cooed.
“I’m so in awe of you, Kate,” Helen had said.
“Hmm?” Kate didn’t look up, taking much care as she snipped Adam’s tiny nails. “What do you mean?”
“When you were a baby, I was so afraid of cutting your nails. There was even one time I’d accidentally cut you by the skin.” Helen groaned at the memory. “My goodness, how you cried! I felt so bad that I’d hurt
