“I’m not doing this.” Mother, who’d proceeded a few steps ahead of him before noticing his absence, turned. “I beg your pardon?” “I’ve been helping you extract Father from potentially embarrassing situations since I was a child, and I’m not doing it anymore. I’ve spent my whole life listening to you two tell me what’s wrong with me. Seb and I have spent our whole lives being abused by Father while you stood by and let him. Why would I help you? Why have I been helping you for so long?”
