"Do you like it?"

Sierra looks so hopeful but I downplay how wonderful it is. I finish chewing and take a long drink of water before answering. "It's good." Her lips purse slightly and I try again, "It's really good."

Now her smile lights up her face. "I'm glad. My other mother, Amy, taught me this recipe and I've always loved it."

"Other mother?" I ask before I can stop myself. I shouldn't be encouraging conversation. I need to maintain a mental distance from ...