RHEA'S POV
"Rhea," Lolita gasps. "Oh, goddess. Are you alright? I just heard—"
"What are you doing here?" I ask coldly.
Lolita stops, her hand hovering in the air between us. Confusion flickers across her perfectly composed features. "What do you mean, what am I doing here?" she asks, her voice filled with a motherly concern that makes my stomach turn. "I am your mother. Why would I not be here?"
Hearing her say 'mother' sounds like a joke. I feel a hysterical laugh bubbling up my throat, but I swallow it down.
"You are not my mother," I say. "My real mother died a long time ago, and I promise you, she would have loved me better."
Shock ripples across her face, genuine for once. Her eyes dart around the hospital entrance, checking for witnesses to this unwelcome scene.
"Rhea, darlin
