It didn’t take more than fifteen minutes before her mother was at her bedroom door.
“Can I come in, Hadlee?” her blonde head poked through the cracked, opened door.
“Sure.” Hadlee set her phone and the game she was playing while waiting for this to happen, aside.
“That was a hell of a performance down there.”
“Thanks.”
“It was almost,” her mother picked at the coverlet on the bed, “as if you were singing with the emotions of a woman who’s been through something.”
“It’s called acting Mom. You’ve kept me in theatre and drama since I could walk and talk.”
“I’m going to ask you a question and I need an honest answer from you.”
“Sure.” She was a daughter. Lying to her mother was normal. This would be no different.
“Has Eric ever come onto you?”
She spluttered on her own spit at the qu
