Briar came out of the bathroom, a swirl of steam following her. Hadlee was humming in the living room, and she rolled her eyes. Her kid had more mood swings than the teacher at her school going through menopause.
She moved to her room putting her dirty clothes in the laundry hamper in her room before putting her shorts and t-shirt on. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and gave a smile as she remembered how much fun she’d had forgetting the hell of the last several days. It had felt good to cut loose a bit. Her smiled faded away as she considered Hadlee’s behavior. She was going to have to have a conversation with her about it. She had put on a performance for her father’s benefit. She didn’t know what the end game was, but it was not anything Briar was going to put up with. She’d
