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Lisa
83 days since leaving Grace
Thursday had been endless and extreme, like a marathon, only instead of running—meditative, physical—it had been mental warfare.
Except, the other side had no idea they were at war.
Ever since Miles’s birthday party, Mother had been … escalating. In small ways, maybe—a few more passive aggressive digs about Singer here, undercutting Jake’s role in the house there—but after yet another new therapist this morning, Lisa had been her target all day.
“We’ll get sushi for dinner.” Mother was clearly oblivious to the very real feeling of collapse beginning to crackle along Lisa’s muscle groups, as if her body were preparing to protect itself by any means necessary, and that included playing dead.
Mother would take death as a challenge. She had apparently
