This was why she had left.
My mother had been tearing Suzie apart behind my back.
Suddenly every moment made sense.
Every uncomfortable silence.
Every forced smile.
How had I been so blind?
It was nearly midnight, but I didn’t care.
I marched down the hallway and pounded on the guest room door until my mother finally opened it.
“How could you?” I demanded, shoving the letter in front of her. “All this time, I thought you were just being overbearing, but no, you’ve been bullying Suzie for years, haven’t you?”
Her face drained of color as she read the letter.
