I'd sobbed to Bertram about how unfair it all was. He'd looked at me with flat, distant eyes and said:
"She already knows she was wrong. Be the bigger person."
And now, once again, it was because of her.
Before I could respond, Alexis leaned close to my ear, her lips curling into a smile.
"You know what, sis? Instead of wasting your energy being mad at me, maybe you should go check on that useless father of yours. Someone dug up your mother's grave, and the shock gave him a heart attack. He's still on the operating table."
My mind went blank. Her words echoed in my skull, over and over.
By the time I came back to myself, I was already standing outside the operating room.
"Why are you in such a rush? The doctor said that waste of space can't have children anymore. If it weren't for the fact that her womb could save Alexis, I never would've let her play Mrs. Delgado for ten years."
"Relax, Mom. No more babies? Then we take her heart instead. She owes Alexis that much."
I stared at the two familiar figures around the corner, and my heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it would crack.