I have never feared heights. It's not that I'm brave, it's just a side effect of spending the last five years on a pedestal; you forget that you can fall.
Mom sighs and taps the steering wheel. We've been sitting here ten minutes, but I'm still not quite ready to face the barrage of rumors, so I stare at my hands like a coward.
Eventually, she cracks. She searches her Birkin bag for something. After a few seconds, she hands me her lipstick, tells me to smile, and starts the car. For someone like my mother, a smile and some lipstick are all that is required.
"Lindsy, get out of the car."
I fold my arms like a spoiled brat. "No."
Her dark eyes tense. She is getting impatient because she has a pilates class in ten minutes. "With God's help, I'll humiliate you in front of everyone if yo
