My lips parted, a single tear rolling down my cheeks and stopping right at my lips. I met my mother's eyes, and even though she seemed a little calm, she was still burning, seething, her eyes stretched to its very limit.
"What?" I asked, tasting the saltiness of my own tears. "What did you just say?"
"You heard me," she said, her eyes narrowing as she crossed her arms in front of her. It was obvious that she knew she had the upper hand now. "Why do you think he never showed up for your ninth? Why do you think you never saw him or Matthew's father? Because that w***e, Sally..."
"She was your friend and she is dead!"
"She was never my friend," she said immediately, stepping up to me. "I hate w****s and I hated her the same way. She tried to trap Grabriel with. A child, and she didn't suc
