Pulling into the inn and seeing my mom walking away from Adam’s truck spurs the anger that diminished during my breakfast with Ethel and Dori at Two Brothers and an Egg. I slam the car door and Mom turns around.
“You were supposed to be packing,” she says. “What happened to you?” She steps toward me, but I put up my hand to stop her.
“She slipped down a hill,” Dori says, running her hand down my arm as if we’re old friends. I still don’t remember her, even after she quizzed me during my pancake breakfast while the rest of the people at the diner whispered and pointed at me.
“When? Where?” My mom’s gaze falls down my body as though she’s a doctor and could see if something was actually wrong.
“I just lost my footing,” I say, brushing her off.
The door of the inn opens and Mandi steps o
