![]() My voice is naturally pretty-a result of my ultra-secret, hush-hush Fae heritage. My face felt hot with embarrassment, and my throat was so tight I worried my voice would crack the moment I opened my mouth. Morris gave me a sympathetic look before she put her hands on the piano. I’d very carefully avoided any contact between my mom and the students of this school-my newest one, and the one I hoped to graduate from if we could manage two full years in the same location just this once. Morris, my voice teacher, was the only one in the room who realized the person causing the disruption was my mother. Standing in the wings, I wanted to sink through the floor in embarrassment. ![]() And as if that wasn’t bad enough, she was late, too, so that when she pushed through the doors and practically fell into a metal folding chair at the back, everyone turned to glare at her for interrupting the performance. I don’t mean tipsy-I mean staggering, slurring, everyone-knows drunk. The absolute last straw was when my mom showed up at my recital drunk. ![]()
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