I drifted into the kitchen and found Daisy returning, joining her and Mom at the counter while my mother worked on a list of needs for the catering job she'd hooked me into.

"I'm so glad you volunteered," Mom said before I could change my mind and tell her she was on her own after all. Not that I would. Maybe if Grace had turned out to be a jerk. But I found myself warming up to the task while Daisy leaned in to look at Mom's list. "Maybe this will finally put an end to ...