“Did you ever have cancer or was that a lie so you could fake your death and who the hell did I f*****g bury and mourn over?” I snap and she looks at me, her eyes narrowing.
“Stay calm Courtney, I know you are supposed to be on bed rest, so breathe sweetheart and relax. I know you want to slit my throat right now. You can, but only when you are calm.” She says, and I hide the smirk and concentrate on my breathing. After a few minutes, I’m calm again.
“To answer your first question, yes, I had cancer, but it was cured. I had to give you a chance to find your way without me. Your twenty years old. Granted, I could have done this differently and I should have. From what I have seen so far, you have done a fabulous job.” She says with pride on her face, and I look away from her. None of this
