“It means,” I said, stepping closer so he could hear, “one day you’ll look back and realize what you threw away. But by then, it’ll be too late.” I turned to Patricia. “And don’t worry—I won’t be here to see it.”
I started to walk past them, but Kelvin grabbed my arm. “You’re not really leaving, Lucille,” he said, his grip firm, daring me to challenge him.
“Let go!” I snapped, yanking my arm free. “You were gone when I needed you. Gone when Lyra needed you. And where were you?” I motioned to Patricia, my voice shaking with fury. “You were with your mistress!”
Kelvin’s face twisted with irritation. “You’re acting like Lyra is dead.” He scoffed. “Stop acting like she’s gone just to mess with me.”
It felt like a slap. I stared at him, stunned. “You... you really think I’d make that up?!”
Patricia let out a low laugh. “Oh, Lucille, don’t be so sensitive! You always had a flair for the dramatic, but this?” She shook her head, faking pity. “Dragging him into your emotional games just because you’re upset? It’s low, even for you.”
“You’re unreal.” I turned to Kelvin, my voice trembling with anger. “Our daughter died in my arms but where were you?! And now you’re accusing me of lying?”