She nodded.
Daniel answered immediately.
“Claire? Did you convince her?”
I glanced at Margaret across the table.
“No,” I said calmly. “Your attempt to manipulate me didn’t work. Your mother explained everything.”
“What? But you two hate each other! What did you say to her? This is your fault!”
“Daniel,” I said quietly, “everything that’s happening to you is your own fault.”
Then I hung up.
Across the table, Margaret calmly lifted her teacup and took a slow sip.
For the first time in twenty years, she and I were finally on the same side.
