Chapter 1: The Face She Came Home With
"Dad's new wife gave me the money." My 16-year-old got lip fillers behind my back — I called my ex ready to scream, and he only said: "Wait for me."
My daughter came home on Saturday with a different face.
Sixteen years old.
In through the garage, hood up, chin down, straight for the stairs.
"Zoe.
Look at me."
She turned around.
I don't know how to explain what that does to you.
Your own kid's face, rearranged.
Swollen at the corners.
Shiny.
Wrong in a way I couldn't stop looking at.
"Who took you?"
"It's not a big deal, Mom, everyone gets —"
"Who took you?"
She looked at the floor for a long time.
"Dad's new wife gave me the money."
Miranda is twenty-nine.
She's been in my daughter's life for fourteen months.
In fourteen months she has never once texted me about a doctor's appointment, a school form, a permission slip.
Nothing.
And she took my sixteen-year-old to a clinic and paid cash for a needle in her face.
I stepped out to the driveway to call Mark.
My hands were shaking so much I dropped the phone twice.
I had it all ready.
Fourteen months of it.
I was going to say the word lawyer and I was going to enjoy saying it.
He picked up on the second ring.
I got about nine words out.
Then he said, "Are you home?
Is Zoe with you?"
"Mark, I swear to God—"
"I'm five minutes away.
Please don't do anything until I get there."
He was there in four.
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What did Mark say when he walked through that door — and what is he going to do about Miranda?
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