on anything.”
“Then it’s a vitamin thing. Drink more milk.” I was already walking away.
She let it go. Teenagers usually do when a parent waves them off, but I noticed she kept checking it all week, turning her hand over at the dinner table, picking at it when she thought I wasn’t looking.
By Wednesday the spot had gotten a little bigger, and the edge of the nail looked slightly rough and crumbly. Maya had a gel manicure booked for Friday, the pale pink one she’d been saving screenshots
