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Lisa
84 days since leaving Grace
It was almost ten before Lisa could drag herself out of bed, and there was a text message waiting from Frankie: Wtf happened last night? S is wrecked and J moved out? WTF?
The message was only eleven minutes old. Lisa went out, tentatively, to the kitchen—for coffee, or to take her teacup to the sink, or any number of other excuses she came up with.
She walked in just in time to hear Mother say, “This could be for the best, Singer. I did try to explain it to Jake as well—”
“It would be for the best if you went back to your own home, Mother, and left me to decide what was good for my family.”
“They aren’t your family.” Mother’s eyes narrowed. “Signing a few papers doesn’t make you a father, and living with someone doesn’t make you married.”
“Thank
