Susan continued speaking as if I had not interrupted. “Your anxiety is extremely difficult for your mother and honestly for the entire family,” she told Kayla gently.
Kayla’s eyes filled with tears. “I am trying really hard to manage it,” she whispered.
Frank shrugged with cold indifference. “When we heard about your surgery we thought perhaps it would be easier if you had not survived it,” he said bluntly.
The room became silent except for the faint beep of the monitor beside Kayla’s bed.
“What did you just say,” Kayla breathed in shock.
Susan leaned closer with the same calm tone. “If the surgery had gone wrong it might have solved several family problems because you are very expensive and difficult,” she explained.
Kayla collapsed into sobs so violent that the IV line trembled against her arm. Something inside me snapped cleanly and completely.
I grabbed my mother’s arm and pulled her away from the bed. “Get out of this room immediately before I call hospital security,” I said with icy control.
Frank tried to protest but I pointed at the door. “Leave right now and never speak to her like that again.”