“She isn’t always like this. She’s just…” She digs the heels of her hands into her eyes. “Things might be different this time. And without me, I don’t know what would happen to her. She’s already lost everything. It would be cruel.” “She managed fine without you for almost four months. What happens to her isn’t your responsibility.” Although he doesn’t mean it to, frustration creeps into every word. “Margaret, it’s not your job to take care of her when she never gave you the same courtesy. This isn’t how love is supposed to be. Can’t you see that?”
