Callie’s POV
Just as the nurse who called me had said, my mother had been stabilized. She had already been treated and was out of danger, recovering from what had been alcohol poisoning caused by contaminated liquor.
“I didn’t think you’d come,” she said when I approached her bed. “I thought you’d let me die alone.”
Die? I thought, filled with anger.
“What are you talking about? It was just poisoning—and from what they told me, caused by a mix of substances you made yourself,” I replied, barely hiding my irritation. “How were you going to die from that? And why did you think I wouldn’t come?”
“Because I know you hate me, daughter.”
“Hate is a very strong word,” I said, even though what I felt was dangerously close. If it hadn’t crossed that line yet, it was only because she was my mo
