“He has the right to know I’m sick,” Phedra said.
“You’re not going to worry him,” Selina answered. “He’s working to get us ahead, not carry the burden of your drama.”
Phedra said the doctor wanted her to continue treatment.
Selina dismissed the doctors and then said the sentence that made my stomach turn.
“My son sends the money to my account. That means I decide how it gets used.”
Phedra mentioned the new SUV, Godfrey’s recently opened auto shop, and the remodeled house.
Then she said she had been sleeping in the storage shed.
“I just want to finish my treatment,” she whispered.
Selina folded her arms.
“You should have thought about that before getting sick.”
I opened the door.
My suitcase hit the floor.
Godfrey dropped his glass.
Selina clutched her chest.
Phedra stared at me as though she were seeing a ghost.
“Damian…”
