He ignored the handprints on his face and tried to hug me. "Fiona, I'm sorry."
I kept hitting him. "Charles, you killed my mom. I won't let you get away with this."
With red eyes, he held me tightly, refusing to let go no matter how much I struggled. I could feel his pain and guilt.
I pushed him away. "She died because of unpaid bills. She couldn't get her medication. The nursing home called me, but I couldn't get through. When I finally called you, you just told me to wait. Charles, you really are unbelievable. You used this against me, and you succeeded. I begged you and even accepted to apologize to your lover. But you didn't give me the chance to save my mom."
"Stop it, Fiona. I'm sorry," he said.
I retorted, "You knew what would happen if you stopped her medication for even a day
