“Cathy, I’d love to have this conversation while keeping both our dignities intact,” I said evenly. “But if you want to go low, I’ll go lower.”
“You never had any dignity to begin with. Your mother didn’t—so why would you?” Cathy spat.
“You keep talking about my mother,” I shot back. “You keep talking about someone who never even existed in your life. Someone who abandoned everything. Don’t you think my mother hurt me too—as much as she hurt you? So why keep hating me? Why keep tormenting me?”
I leaned closer, voice dropping cold. “Well, if you won’t give me the answers I want, then so be it. I can live without those. But the one answer I do need—the one I really need—is why my father died.”
Eight years ago, when I heard about my father’s death from Kane, all I was told was that he’d d
