Evans
Pilar settled into the car, much too close, closer than necessary. Her intense perfume filled the space, and if we didn't arrive soon, it would give me a headache. She seemed delighted by my visit, as if her husband weren't dying. I didn't want to see her, her presence disgusted me. But when she called, part of me was too intrigued by the idea of seeing my father die. I needed to remind him that karma was a b***h.
When my mother was dying in a hospital, he was out partying, traveling with his mistress, and living like a rich, single man. I never saw him in pain over her imminent death, nor did he care that I gave up everything—friends, youth, school—to take care of her. To him, we were always just a damn nuisance, two annoying and bothersome people.
Now, after marrying Miss b***h,
