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MELODY
“Do we have to go, Mommy?” Amber asked as I backed out of the driveway.
The snow finally stopped on Tuesday afternoon, and she went back to school Wednesday. That afternoon, my parents called and asked us to come to dinner Thursday. I wasn’t any more excited about it than Amber, but it was a distraction for me.
I hadn’t spoken to Ramsey. I didn’t even try. A part of me wanted to explain to him that I wasn’t trying to trick him, but a bigger part of me was angry that he would even think that about me.
“We haven’t seen your grandparents since Christmas,” I told Amber. “They want us to have dinner with them.”
Amber sighed loudly but stopped arguing. My parents treated her much the same way they treated Willow and I growing up. Amber wasn’t really important, and they barely ack
