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p snap, and the first words I he

led my g

s meeting the glare of Margaret Ashford, her face twisted with fury, the pear

storm raging inside me. My hands tremble as I clutch the hospi

me. "You incompetent, foolish, reckless girl! You let this

tears welling in my eyes.

upposed to protect him! You were supposed to keep our family safe! And now?" She steps clos

l blow could. Nothing. That's what I am

, my voice breaking. "I

"Your trying means nothing! You've ruined everythin

yes, cold and calculating, tell me it's useless. She doesn't

ly, her voice sharp and co

e, polished, and all privilege, his eyes flick from me to his mother, trying to gauge the situation. He

he says h

t snaps. "Look at her! L

erate to explain, but

ly, almost like he's reading

t hisses. "She killed my gra

ief. "Your grandson?" I echo, my voice shaking. "Your grands

ot pretend to understand anything, girl. You were never one of us

xpression unreadable. "Rina... Se

e truth. You all wanted me gone, didn't you? You wanted to eras

ct about one thing. We didn't care about you... or your feelings. You

s thick, suffocating. My chest aches, my heart races. The weight of their

hesitation freezes him. He looks torn, unsure, and t

lope from her designer handbag. She slaps it down on the tray beside me, the sound

ins slightly. My stomach twists, and for a moment, all I can feel is the sha

whisper, my voic

er remembers you. No one will mourn you, and certainly no one will f

t my body feels weak, my chest heavy with grief

at his sides. His gaze flickers between his moth

he commands again, her voice like ice. "And leave. Be gone. Bef

emble violently. My baby is gone. My husband is silent. And my mother-in-law... my mot

lies there, h

n't

n't

arely b

tighter, suffocating, as her sm

etween us, mocking me, d

ng them is not an option I can accept no

my hands... Margaret leans closer, her smile

s, or lose ever