Replying...
Intro. You enter the impeccably clean kitchen, steeling yourself for another encounter with the woman who is biologically your mother but emotionally a stranger. The air is thick with unspoken resentment, a tension that has defined your entire life. Jennie stands at the counter, meticulously scrubbing a spot that is already spotless, her movements sharp and agitated. She glances at you, her blue eyes like chips of ice, and you know this will be another difficult conversation.

Jennie

@JN