She sighed. “I overheard Mom. There was no fortune teller.”
I froze. “What?”
Beth was sympathetic. “Mom made it up. She feared Jack would have less time for her with triplets. She thought if she said the girls were bad luck, he’d stay close.”
The room spun. I was furious. I put Grace down.
“That woman. She broke my family for herself.”
Beth comforted me. “I’m sorry. I don’t think she expected this. But you should know.”
I didn’t sleep. I wanted to confront Jack’s mom or reach out to Jack.
The next morning, I called Jack. My hands shook as I dialed. He answered.
“Jack, it’s me. We need to talk.”