After she cleaned up the table, Jane sat down and ate her own breakfast. Her mind drifted to what she was thinking about earlier.
Zoe wasn't rebellious, well, not yet. She could see the seeds. Her being a Goth girl was just the beginning. If Jane didn't do something soon, her daughter could wind up in jail or something worse. Where did she go wrong? Why did she get stuck with the bad daughter? Her friend Linda didn't have this problem.
She sighed, shaking her head. "Sometimes I wish ..."
