When Claire protested, Diane placed the note on the refrigerator.
“You have noodles,” she said. “You’ll survive for a few days.”
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“What about Lily?” Claire asked.
“You’re her mother,” Diane replied. “You need to learn how to manage.”
They left before ten in the morning.
Claire had attempted to prepare the noodles, but standing at the stove made her dizzy. The pot slipped from her hand, spilling the water.
She had been eating the noodles dry when Ethan walked in.
His phone vibrated.
Brooke had posted on social media.
