“Yes,” Henley replied. “He’s still in critical condition, but he’s still alive.” “Oh. That’s a shame.” “Why is that a shame?” Henley asked as Lyndsey pursed her lips and began to type. “I wanted him gone. I’d had enough of him,” said Rebecca. She became more agitated. “He didn’t listen to me. He never listened to me. He wanted me to do things his way. He told me what to say, what to wear and how to raise my child.”
Dayum.
