"River hasn't been well lately. Her parents asked me to take care of her. Can't you be a little more understanding?"
Fortunately, the suitcase supported me, or else I would have been dragged to the ground.
"I said I want a divorce. Your matters have nothing to do with me."
"So, now you don't need me to be with our daughter anymore?"
His tone was contemptuous.
River added fuel to the fire. "Tom, I told you she was lying to you. With the child that sick, how could she possibly treat you like this?"
"Give the flowers to River, apologize to her, and we can go back to how things were," Tom stared coldly at the thing in my hand.
It was as if he was obsessively determined to get it.
I remained expressionless. "Impossible."
The flowers could never be given to River.
And there was no way he and I could go back to how things were.
Apologizing was out of the question.
"Amber, you've gone this far over some stupid flowers. Isn't this performance a bit over the top?"
"Exactly, hand it over!"
River took advantage of my distraction, pushed me to the ground, and tried to snatch the knitted flowers from me.
In the struggle, she ripped off a handful of flower heads.