Angela nudged Chloe's door open with her elbow, a small lunchbox balanced carefully in her hands. "Here," she said softly, setting it down on the dressing table. "I packed you breakfast so you can eat something at work. I know you said there's a problem there today... so at least don't go on an empty stomach."

Chloe, halfway through buttoning her blouse, glanced at her mother in surprise. Angela straightened the box, fussing with it as if she needed something to do with her hands. "I'll get out ...