“Presley… I don’t know what happened. Did I do something terrible before I lost my memory? If I did, let me apologize now, please…”
Hah. She even started to kneel.
But Dad caught her and turned on me, his face twisted with anger.
“Presley! We’ve always been patient with you—because of your health, we’ve given in to you over and over. But look at you now! So spoiled, so heartless!
“You want to blame Blairie for the loss of your baby? Fine. But sweetie, she’s been punished. She was like half-dead in the hospital bed for a year!
“If it weren’t for Orville finding every specialist he could, your sister wouldn’t even be alive. And now she’s lost her memory.
“Isn’t that enough? Do you really have to keep torturing her?”
I stood there frozen, staring at the man I once called Dad.
The same man who used to call me his precious little princess.
The dad who swore he’d skin anyone alive who dared hurt me.
The man who held my hand when I miscarried… who cooked for me… who said, “I should’ve never trusted that girl!”
Back then, if Blaire had still been alive?
He’d have killed her himself.
‘So when did he start wishing she’d survived? When did he start giving a damn about that fucking bitch?!’