Tears blurred my vision, but I knew I couldn't sit here and do nothing any longer.
Seven days. In seven days, they would pay for every last thing they'd done.
Several hours later, my mother was wheeled into the ICU.
"Ma'am, the surgery was a success, but your mother hasn't regained consciousness yet. She'll need to stay in the ICU for observation for a week."
The doctor's words nearly buckled my knees. I stood on the other side of the glass, staring at my mother's body threaded with tubes, my palm pressed flat against the cold surface. Only then did I let myself breathe.
She was all I had left. And thank God, luck hadn't abandoned her entirely. She was still here.
I was about to go into the ICU to see her when Mabel's syrupy voice slithered into my ears.
"Oh, Amber, we saw Auntie collapse at the funeral, so we came to check on her."
She stood in front of me, eyes glittering with provocation, every syllable dripping contempt.
Behind her stood my brother, Max Fox, and Guy.
"Mainly here to check on her condition. After all, Mabel is my most cherished little sister." Max's gaze swept over me with undisguised disgust. "Unlike a certain piece of trash."