"Mother… when will Father come to visit me?" Bryan asked, his voice small and cracking.
I wiped my tears away as I kissed Bryan's forehead. "I'll try to convince him to come tomorrow, alright?"
But each time I begged, Ashton only refused.
Remembering that painful memory now made the tears I'd been holding back slip down my cheeks. I quickly wiped them away, determined not to let the past control me.
"Aw, my poor sister's crying! I'm so sorry, Kathryn. I had no idea that seeing me here with Ashton would upset you this much. I should've just taken care of my own wound," Tiana said, her voice laced with fake sympathy.
I ignored her, so she turned her attention to Ashton. "Ashton, maybe it's time you show a little concern for your son. Kathryn might be using Bryan's fake illness to manipulate you into coming back to them, but you can't change the fact that you're still his father."
I blinked, her words sinking in.
Fake illness?
What the fuck is this woman talking about?
I spun around, grabbing Tiana's arm tightly and forcing her to stand. "What did you just say?"