"Since you lost the baby, how about I give Oliver one instead? Think of it as my way of thanking him for working so hard to cure me."
The memory alone sent white-hot fury surging through my veins. I swung my leg and drove my foot straight into Oliver's crotch with every ounce of strength I had.
"Oliver, I just had a dream." My voice was ice. "In it, Mamie's allergy was fake. The two of you conspired to kill my baby. Tell me—do you think that was heaven sending me a warning? Exposing what a pair of lying, backstabbing monsters you really are?"
Oliver doubled over instantly, clutching himself, his knees hitting the floor. Panic flickered across his face before he could mask it.
"Bernice, that's insane. It was just a dream. You're clearly having some kind of mental breakdown to even come up with something like that."
Mamie jumped in, her voice trembling with practiced indignation.
"You're slandering us just because you want Oliver all to yourself. He's not your property. The tighter you cling, the faster he'll run."
Then, right on cue, she swayed on her feet, eyelids fluttering, the picture of a woman on the verge of collapse.
"Oliver... I think I'm having another episode..."