My mother-in-law said she didn’t care about my 9-year-old daughter, and my husband agreed. Then he called me stupid and said I would sign whatever they needed.

out holding her stuffed rabbit against her chest. She saw Elaine and stopped.

Elaine looked at her.

For one long second, neither of them moved.

Then Elaine said, “You should say goodbye.”

Lily looked at me.

I did not answer for her.

My daughter hugged the rabbit tighter. “Goodbye, Mrs. Whitmore.”

Mrs. Whitmore.

Not Grandma Elaine. Not Nana. Not family.

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