“I—I don’t know,” Mother admits, meeting Beth’s eyes. “God, I just—that man—” “Is abhorrent,” Beth agrees. “Yes,” Mother says, reaching out to brush a stray hair from Beth’s face. “Yes, you’re right. You’ve been right for a long time, and I thought—I thought I could do this, live this way again, but I can’t. You were right, Beth,” she repeats.
