Claire poured us all mugs of hot tea at her kitchen table. “It never was about the food, Caleb. Lauren has been trying to cut you off from your roots ever since you got married. She wanted your complete, undivided devotion, and she saw Mom as a threat to her total control.”
“How didn’t I see it?” I asked, rubbing my temples as a throbbing headache set in. “I kept telling myself I was being a peacemaker. I thought compromise meant keeping everyone quiet.”
