"This has always been the case. Whenever Fiona and I have a disagreement, no matter who's at fault, you always take her side. Mom, I'm your daughter, too. Have you ever considered how I feel?"
"You're the older sister. Isn't it your responsibility to let her have her way?"
That same old line. I'd heard it enough times to last a lifetime.
For the first time, I hung up on my mother.
That night, I went to bed early but couldn't fall asleep.
As expected, in the middle of the night, Wyatt quietly got up and went to the bathroom, turning the water on full blast.
But I still heard him talking on the phone.
"Don't worry, the police won't trace this back to us."
"If I don't love you, would I have crippled her legs for you? And I only married her because you asked me to. So she'd let her guard down and stop digging into the accident..."
