Chapter 11
Shay’s phone rang, and she wanted to chuck it across her shop. The other times when Shay ignored it she’d felt triumphant and unfettered. Now with each second, she didn’t answer, the conversation with her father chipped away at her resolve.
With a heavy sigh, Shay finally answered. “Hi, Mother.”
“Darling, is everything all right? I’ve been worried sick.”
“Everything is fine.”
“Then why haven’t you answered your phone? I could have been dying in some hospital bed. What could have been so important that you couldn’t give your mother five seconds of your time?”
“I’ve been busy.” Shay had learned long ago that the shorter the answers the better. It gave her mother less of a chance to latch onto something and manipulate her words to use against her.
“Busy?” her mother said, th
