The Reunion That Never Was
I should have known something was wrong when Melissa insisted on planning the whole family reunion herself. My daughter-in-law had never shown interest in family events before. Hell, she usually complained about having to attend them. She never called me Mom Janet. It was always just “Janet” in that cold tone she used when she had to acknowledge my existence. I should have listened to my gut.
But I was so happy that Melissa finally seemed excited about being part of our family. After five years of marriage to my son Derek, she’d kept her distance. Polite but distant.
