“Maybe if you weren’t a superficial lush Dad wouldn’t be dead,” I hiss with every ounce of venom I feel for the woman standing before me. Her eyes widen. “How dare you.” The sharp sting of her palm slapping my cheek, followed by the audible gasps from people standing nearby, sends me reeling. She’s never hit me before. “That’s enough, Eileen,” Leo barks, wedging himself between us. “This isn’t the time or place.”
