Margot POV
I was shaking with rage.
“Wasn’t I clear enough on the phone? What exactly are you trying to do?”
“Margot, Mom just wants to see her mother. I’m not trying to do anything.”
Simone’s eyes were red-rimmed as she shook her head.
“How is Ellen? How long will the surgery take?”
“So now you remember you have a mother? Were you attentive to your elderly parents' financial well-being following your actions?"
I had thought enough time had passed that I could face her, feeling nothing.
I was wrong.
She was supposed to be the person closest to me, the person I loved most.
Instead, she had become the person I resented more than anyone else, the one I least wanted to see.
There was a particular pain in that, one you couldn’t understand unless you had lived through it yourself.
