The shock of her mother’s words dropped her mouth open as she stared at her. “Mom, did you hear what I said?” Zara asked as she sat there on the living room couch.
Behind them, her father sat there by the window, pretending he wasn’t listening, but he was, and he was probably not going to say anything now, to caution his wife, but he would console Zara later.
“You should go talk to him, Zara. You said Allen wasn’t all that bad while you were dating him. Just because he broke up with you now, you want to badmouth him?” she asked and Zara shook her head.
“Sometimes, I wonder if you’re my mom. Dad,” Zara called, turning over her shoulder. “Is she my mom?” she asked and her father chuckled, then he mouthed for her to just keep quiet.
Zara’s mom rolled her eyes, hitting her on the should
