It takes me forty-five minutes and a Valium to get my mother to relax in her bedroom, her lashes still damp from tears of anxiety and grief. Light batters my eyes as I step out of her bedroom and close the door gently behind me.
“Have you always taken care of her like that?” Christopher asks from the large windows that frame the city, his hands behind his back, looking out.
How dare he judge? He doesn’t know her, or he wouldn’t even be considering doing what Daddy asked him to do. And he doesn’t know me, if he thinks I would speak to him ever again. “I’m sorry that not everyone in the world can live up to your exacting standards. I suppose we should all be so heartless as to put money before family.”
He glances back, his eyes flashing. “Is that what I’m doing?”
If I were smart, I’d hee
