“Isn’t it a little late to be crying now, Tamara?” I asked her coldly.
“Listen, b***h!” she roared. “My mother took her from me! She said I was an unfit mother, and then,” she stifled a sob, “then she took Dahlia to the lake. She was drunk and in no fit state to be supervising a baby! My stupid, drunk of a mother turned around to refill her drink. She turned around, and Dahlia was no longer sitting on the beach, playing in the sand.” She took a breath. “My daughter drowned, alone, because my stupid f*****g alcoholic mother couldn’t wait five god damned minutes to fix another f*****g DRINK!”
I’ll admit it, my heart ripped in two when she told me this. Remember, I told myself, she is a pro at playing your emotions. For all you know, none of this is true and it was she who turned her back o
