"Sammy I'm—" Jane said, opening the door to the bathroom.
Sammy was sitting on the edge of the bathtub. Sammy looked up at her and the eyes just told Jane everything.
"You're going to have to tell Craig," Jane said.
"I know," Sammy replied, wiping her eyes, where she had been crying. "I just don't know how. I mean, don't these things lie?"
"I got the most accurate one they had on the shelf," Jane replied.
"I don't know how I'm going to tell Craig," Sammy said.
"Just tell him."
Sammy nodded.
"I'm going to work now," Jane said, leaning in and kissing her daughter on the forehead. "See you in the morning."
Sammy nodded and waited until she heard her mother's car back out of the driveway. How was she going to tell Craig?