She’d known this conversation was going to happen and had known how difficult it was going to be, but now that she knew there’d been no affair, it was going to be even harder to admit how stupid she’d been. She was looking forward to it about as much as she would to having her every hair on her body plucked out one by one.Saturday seemed a good time, when neither of them were in a rush to go somewhere. They had all day to hide from each other if things got really ugly. She’d been about to tackle it last night and had sought out her mother in her bedroom, only to find her sobbing over Dad’s clothes. Yeah, not such a good time.Even now, her stomach churned with the coffee she’d just had for breakfast, unable to face food.When her mother came downstairs, Samara waited until she was seated in the breakfast room with her omelet, coffee and newspaper and wandered in.“Oh, good morning, Samara.” Her mom’s smile actually hurt her. “What are you up to today?”“I... um...need to do some shopping.”Which wasn’t totally procrastinating on broaching the subject.
