Her voice was loud enough to draw stares from everyone around her. The senior care center was supposed to be a quiet place for recuperation. Most of the elderly residents needed peace and calm. Even I, with all my patience, had enough. "Ma'am, this has nothing to do with me. I stopped being your son's head nurse months ago."
My tone was restrained, but every word carried an edge of coldness. Mrs. Cole spat, nearly hitting my face with her saliva. "So you admit it. You stopped caring for my son. That's why his condition got worse. You knew my son was weak and needed care during recovery. And you deliberately quit. You wanted him to suffer, didn't you? Now he has lasting complications. I can't take care of him anymore. You will."
She said it with such conviction, as if I were somehow respo
