~~ETHEL~~
The Uber dropped me off in front of a house I'd never felt at home in.
My mother's house—well, her husband's house—was in one of those neighborhoods where every house screamed 'we're doing better than you think.' The kind of place my mother had clawed her way into after the divorce.
I stood on the driveway for a moment, staring at the perfectly manicured hedges. I had the increasing feeling that this was a mistake, but I was already here, so I might as well get it over with.
Walking to the porch, I rang the doorbell.
Seconds later, my mother opened the door with a smile on her face. "Ethel, dear, please come in."
Nodding, I stepped inside.
Amanda Morgan looked the same as she always did, with her perfectly styled hair and expensive clothes and accessories.
"Dinner's almos
