“Do you think I… I looked up her number and called her out of the blue, a total stranger, just to hurt you?”
Dini’s brain felt frozen from Bracha’s chilling gaze, and it took her several seconds until she could unstick her throat enough to respond.
“Your mother?” she repeated. “I told your mother…?” She shook her head in an effort to clear it. “Bracha, what are you talking about?”
Bracha’s face was red. “How else could my mother know? The only people who know about Dovid are his parents and siblings, his doctors, and you!”
“So why do you assume it was me?”
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