“How could she do that?” Daphne cried. Martin was sitting on the grass, letting her let it all out. “She đã đưa ý kiến it was my fault. She đã đưa ý kiến I had to divorce Roland and when I told her I was pregnant she đã đưa ý kiến it was a devil’s child and I had to kill it”
“She was jealous of the bond we have” Martin explained.
“But why did she have to take my baby? She was all I had left” Daphne cried.
“She wanted bạn to think she’s all bạn have left” Martin said.
“She put me in a clinic!” Daphne yelled hysterical. “I started drinking, because I felt guilty about your death and because she đã đưa ý kiến I couldn’t keep my baby. When Alex was born, Zoey brought me to the clinic. She told the doctors I was an addict and that I needed help. When I confronted her with it, she đã đưa ý kiến she never đã đưa ý kiến I should kill my baby, that it was all in my head and that it proved I needed help. She đã đưa ý kiến I was incapable of raising a child and so she would. Then she left”
She looked up at Martin. “What kind of sister does that?”
She let herself fall on the ground and cried her tim, trái tim out.