The flip phone buzzed only on Saturdays, at exactly 3:17 PM. Claire would snatch it, lock herself in the walk-in pantry (of all places), and whisper.
“I love you and your father more than anything,” she said, stopping by the old oak tree at the edge of the fairgrounds. “But I forgot who I was. The woman who likes to run in the dark. The woman who gets a rush when the cards fall just right. I’ve been hiding her in junk drawers and pantry closets.” naughty mommy juicy secrets
It started with the drawer.