Wendy smiled politely. “That’s unfortunate.”
He blinked. “You know what I mean.”
“No,” she said. “I know what happened.”
He shifted, uneasy. “She says things got out of hand.”
Wendy thought about the phrasing. Not I assaulted my daughter. Not I endangered her and the baby. Things got out of hand. As if reality itself had slipped.
“She pulled me by the hair after surgery while I held Paige,” Wendy said. “If you would like to discuss why she misses me now that access has consequences, we can. If you would like to repackage what happened into a misunderstanding because it makes dinner easier, you can do that without me.”
Ross left five minutes later.
Word spread that Wendy had become hard. The truth was she had become legible to herself.