Roisin tried to absorb this. Her mother had feared she might be dying, she was in so much agony, this whole time? She’d sought no treatment. She’d hoodwinked Roisin. An awful realization dawned: her mum would rather do all this, risk all this, than tell Roisin she loved her, and she needed her. She’d rather do this than risk Roisin rejecting her.
