“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have shown Mom’s message.”
“No, you shouldn’t have.”
“They were talking about your house while you were sitting there. I couldn’t listen anymore.”
“Can I come in?”
“I heard them, Kylie.”
She looked at me.
“I know you wanted to help, Kylie. But I trusted you.”
“I thought if they saw how much they’d hurt you, they’d finally understand.”
Grandma rested her hand over mine.
“I wanted those visits because I missed my children. I didn’t want them coming because someone embarrassed them and forced their shame.”
“I heard them, Kylie.”
“Are you angry with me?”
“I’m disappointed you didn’t ask first, sweetheart.”
I looked down.
“You were right to stop them. But I need you to let me speak for myself.”
I nodded.
“What would you like me to do?”
“Are you angry with me?”
“Tell them the message wasn’t yours to share. Then I’d like to finish my birthday dinner.”
