She’d been to all of Lucy’s track meets. She’d sat through a Model UN meet last year for Paige. She had pulled back both girls’ hair and pressed a cold towel to their necks whenever Paige or Lucy drank too much. She’d driven Julian and Zack home without a license whenever they were too blitzed. And here she was sitting in a bathroom alone, not even sure if she’d locked the door, but too far away to crawl to it to check.
