CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
No matter how I insisted, Mother wouldn’t explain what she meant. I finally gave up. “Alright. If you won’t tell me, I’ll ask Dad.” I’d thought about visiting him while I was still in New York.
“Do whatever you want, Lauren. It seems you’re intent on dredging up the past when it belongs buried. I’ve managed to do that. God, it hasn’t been easy, but it’s the only way I can survive.”
I felt some empathy at her words. “I know, Mom. I’m sorry. I just need to know what happened.” I got up. “Rick is picking me up in a few hours. Is there anything we can do together? I’ll be busy tomorrow before I leave, and I also plan to see Dad before I go.”
She shook her head. “Believe it or not, I’ve gotten used to living alone ever since you moved out. If you want, you can go to your a
