Her voice wobbled.
“Here’s to the girl in the cafeteria,” she said. “Welcome back.”
Everyone raised their glasses.
I couldn’t speak. I just lifted mine and nodded, my eyes full.
Then Lauren stood up.
“Can I add something?”
Rachel sat down, and Lauren held her glass in both hands.
“Last year, I did something that really hurt my mom,” she said. “I gave someone a key to her house because I believed what he told me instead of asking her what was true. And she could have shut me out. She had every right to.”
She looked at me.
“Instead, she sat with me at her kitchen table until two in the morning and told me the truth. About a lot of things. Things she’d kept from me my whole life because she thought silence was the same as protection.”
Lauren’s voice cracked.
“Mom, you taught me something that day. You taught me that loving someone doesn’t mean letting them do whatever they want. And that you can forgive someone and still change the locks.”
