Janet saw a classmate of Sarah's walking down the street - was his name Jon? - with some girl Janet had never seen before. Wait, thought Janet, that's Sarah! The girl looked like a cross between Jon and Sarah. If Janet had known who Zoe was, she'd have thought that the girl resembled an older version of Zoe without the Goth look.
"Hi, Mrs. McMillan," said Janet's ex-daughter.
I'm not her mother anymore, thought Janet. I'm Mrs. McMillan to her now. "No!" Janet squeezed the stone. "I wish you were a McMillan again!"
