TARA

As soon as I crossed the entrance door to Jenna’s living room, her petite frame was the first thing I saw leaning by the door that connected her two rooms, and I halted, freezing like a teenager caught returning from a party she was forbidden from attending, intoxicated on all the wrong things.

To make light of the situation, I teased her, saying. “Hi, Mom.”

The lights were switched on now, and yeah, she looked everything like the angry mama in the sleepwear, red ...