Her Neglect, My Undying Haunted Soul

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rrowing. "Finally! The little brat de

t do you want? Don't think for a second your little

ame through the speaker. "Is this...

. "Who is this? Why do

ss Graham's identification and phone in a rental property registered to her. We have

ightly. Gambling? Of cours

to confirm some details," Detective Miller

thing unreadable in her eyes. Then she calmly placed the phone ba

ded back into the dining room, her face etched with a look of

. Her phone went missing, apparently. Some ridiculous gambli

ously restored. "I'll go down to the precinct lat

er usual sweet facade. "Oh, Mom, you shouldn't have to deal with that. You'r

ome others I could mention." Her gaze, for a fleeting moment, lingered on my empty seat. "Yes, darling,

ent, a final, crushing blow. This wa

e, another one of Eva's dramas. She had no idea. She nev

clawed at her perfect composure. She knew. She knew what that

a. "You're truly a blessing, Carina. Always so responsibl

bered the endless comparisons, the constant undermining. Why co

e dining room entrance, her eyes darting to my empty chair. For a second, a

the space I no longer occupied, a space she had so eagerly helped to empty. She left, t