“You’re Presley, right? They told me you always loved me so much growing up…”
She tilted her head, frowning slightly, with a pitiful softness that made me want to scream.
“Too bad I hit my head and forgot everything… Isn’t that tragic?”
Looking at her, exactly the same delicate little act she used to put on, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. Rage boiled over, and I slapped her hand away.
“Get out! You monster! How dare you stand in front of me? You murdered my child—you’re a devil in disguise!”
She stumbled backward, nearly falling.
And of course—of course—Orville rushed to her side like some kind of knight in shining armor, wrapping his arms around her waist.
“Blairie! Did you hurt your back? Is your belly okay?”
Dad practically sprinted over to her too, fussing and fretting like she was made of glass.
“Quick, sit her on the couch!”
“I’ll call Dr. Haines!” Orville said in a panic. “I’ll have him come over right now!”
Blaire gave him a soft, saintly smile.
“I’m fine, Orville. Don’t worry.”
Then she turned to me, and the next second she was all tears and trembling lips.