Sophie came to the doorway, suspicious in that blunt way I’d loved about her since she was barely a toddler.
I looked at the screen, then back at her.
“That matters,” I said. “It does not fix it. But it matters.”
Karen nodded too fast.
“If this apology matters,” I said, “you need to apologize to Sophie too. You aimed a phone at her baby brother. You embarrassed her mother in front of her. She gets an apology too.”
Karen nodded again.
Sophie studied her for a second.
Sophie came to the doorway, suspicious in that blunt way I’d loved about her since she was barely a toddler.
Karen cleared her throat.
“I am sorry,” she said. “I should not have recorded your family. I should not have spoken to your mom that way. And I should not have made a baby into part of my argument.”
Sophie studied her for a second.
Then she asked,
