My mother looked at Martina, who seemed to be frightened, nervously as she scolded me, “Lindsey, how can you be so narrow-minded? I am so disappointed!”
Both of them quickly took Martina away and went to find a doctor to treat her wounds.
They did not look back at me again.
If they had taken a closer look, they would have known that with my body fixed in a brace and not yet fully recovered, there was no way I had the strength to pick up a kettle.
Those words of treating everyone equally were what they said to themselves, to deceive themselves and make their conscience feel better.
But, none of this really mattered anymore.
I picked up my phone and said, “Hey, I'm all ready.”
I looked towards the hidden corner of the ward, where a light was flickering.
Everything that happened there would be seen by everyone in the form of a live broadcast.
“It's time to leave.”
It was time for them to suffer the consequences of their actions.
