“Then bring her in.”
***
When we walked back into the dining room, Alicia stayed close behind me.
Nick picked up the microphone.
Martha saw Lydia beside him and went white.
“No.”
Caroline turned.
“Then bring her in.”
“Lydia?”
Nick didn’t waste time.
“Mom’s talked about Lydia through our entire relationship. Tonight, Lydia asked to speak for herself.”
Martha stepped forward.
“Nick, put that down.”
Lydia shook her head.
“Lydia?”
“No, Martha. You’ve spoken for me long enough.”
Caroline stared at her daughter.
“I thought you weren’t coming.”
“I wasn’t, Mom. Then Martha called me last week.”
Martha’s face tightened.
“I wasn’t, Mom.”
Lydia looked at me.
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