Chapter Eight
“Okay, how do I look?” I ask Spencer.
She looks at me as if I have an extra head. “You’re seeing Mom, not going in for a job interview.”
“I know, but this is different.”
“Why? Because she’s in rehab?” Spencer asks, crossing her arms.
I look at the rehab center from where we are parked. It looks more like a resort than a place anyone would go for help. I finally get to see our mother today and I am feeling more nervous than I expect.
“Listen, I’ll come in with you. It’s Mom, not a hyena or something terrible like that,” Spencer adds, noting the look of worry on my face.
“I know,” I say, trying not to snap at her, “but Mom and I don’t exactly have the best relationship.”
In fact, it feels like no one in my life has a perfect relationship with their family. Emily, who is
