Seeing my cold response, Jocelyn finally dropped her defenses and tried to explain. "Jeremy was really shaken by Cathy’s death. When I got his call that day, he sounded so distressed that I rushed to be with him and left Iris halfway. Was Iris upset? I’ll bring her a gift when I get back. She’s such a good girl. She’ll understand and forgive me, right?"
If Jocelyn had put even a fraction of the care she gave Jeremy into our family, she might have noticed that our daughter was gone.
But she didn’t. For her, there was only room for Jeremy.
I suddenly felt that the past thirteen years had been in vain.
"There’s no chance left," I said flatly and turned to leave, not wanting to say another word to her.
Seeing how resolute I was, Jocelyn quickly grabbed my hand. "How can you say there’s no chance? Please, don’t be so upset. I’ll make it right. I’ll handle dropping off and picking up our daughter every day. Will that work for you?"
Jocelyn, realizing how unusual my reaction was, tried to make things right.
If Iris were still here, I might have been willing to forgive her.