Standing in front of them, I forced my fakest kindness into place. I hated being this way, hated pretending, but I knew I mattered—to my mother, to my son. Even if I was entirely alone in this world, even if no man had ever truly wanted me, I knew they needed me.
They all glared at me, but before any of them could speak, the doors behind them swung open.
A woman in a crisp white coat walked in.
Rohan’s lips stretched into a wide smile—too wide. The other two followed suit, their expressions so fake that no plastic surgeon in the world could have crafted anything more artificial.
But the woman?
Her face remained unmoved, sharp features set in a permanent resting b***h face. The machine plugged into me continued beeping at the same steady levels as before—proof that her presence didn’t
