I wince as Cecelia propels herself at her mother, wrapping her arms around Nina’s bosom. “She tried to make me eat peanut butter, Mommy! I told her I was allergic, but she didn’t listen.” Nina’s pale skin flushes. “Millie, is this true?” “I…” My throat feels completely dry. “I didn’t know she was allergic. I swear.” Nina frowns. “I told you about her allergies, Millie. This is unacceptable.”
