“I know. But Ashlan’s like a real mommy, and Mrs. Tusley’s like a mean grandma.” Paisley dumped all the magnets out between us. My chest squeezed at her words, but I wanted her to be able to talk to me about this shit. “Yeah? I’m sure it’s hard not having your mama around sometimes, huh?” I reached for a few pieces and built a box. “I don’t miss my real mama too much because she wasn’t fun.” “She wasn’t?” I asked as I watched her build a second story on her box. “She always wanted to take a nap, and she yelled at us a lot when you weren’t home.” “How come you never told me?” Anger coursed
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