She raised a brow, her mouth curling into a fake, concerned pout. “I never said anything, but… I saw you, Lucille.” Her eyes flicked to Kelvin. “I saw her putting things in Lyra’s food, her milk. She wanted Lyra to get sick so she’d have an excuse to play the grieving mother and got your attention.”
Kelvin’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing at me. “Is that true?”
“Are you serious?” I laughed, but it was forced, shaky. “Kelvin, do you hear yourself?”
Patricia gasped, putting a hand over her heart as if I’d wounded her. “Lucille, I watched you poison your own daughter! And now you’re trying to play innocent?”
I marched over to her, my fists clenched at my sides. “Stop making up stories, Patricia! Or you'll regret it.”
Patricia let out a soft, pitiful whimper, glancing at Kelvin as if she were the victim here. “Kelvin… do you see? Do you see what I mean? She’s unhinged.”
“Unhinged?” I repeated, my voice cracking. “I didn’t know I had a snake for a sister! One who spins lies just to steal her sister’s husband!”
But Kelvin’s expression was ice cold. “Funny,” he said, crossing his arms. “Patricia has no reason to lie. But you? You’ve always been… extreme.”
“Extreme?” I couldn’t believe it.