He actually thought I was going on vacation.
I shot back: "Selfish? I had a miscarriage because of you two. I nearly died on the operating table. Kathy destroyed the roses my mother left me, and I'm not even allowed to hold her accountable?"
"Louis, if we're talking about selfish, the selfish one here is you."
"I donated stem cells for you. I gave up everything to take care of you until you were discharged. And this is how you repay me?"
Louis didn't show an ounce of guilt. Instead, he said with undisguised impatience:
"Miscarriage? Nearly died on the operating table? Do you actually believe your own lies now?"
"And can you stop bringing up that old crap every single day?"
Looking at the raw contempt in his eyes, I suddenly realized how ridiculous I looked arguing with him.
I nodded slowly and said, meaning every word:
"You're right. It's all in the past. Louis, we're done."
Louis laughed. He thought he had me all figured out.
"Done? This is just another one of your tricks to drive a wedge between me and Kathy."
"Your mother's gone. I'm all you have left now. You'd never actually leave me."
A chill spread through my chest.
So that was what he thought. No wonder he'd been so fearless all along.