"Jesus Christ," I hissed under my breath as I followed. I wanted to make sure Sarah got home okay, but next time I was going to tell Neil I was busy and to do it himself. This was about as enjoyable as repeatedly stabbing myself in the eye.

"You're just like her. Just like her," I ground out, fingers of my right hand instinctively moving to the beads of the bracelet on my left wrist. "Because I don't fit into some bullshit preconceived notion of normal or happy, you assume there's something wrong with me. Well, let me tell you sister, I'm as good as I'm ever going to get, and if you don't like it or can't cope with that, you can fuck off and find someone else to mother, because I don't need it."