With that, David tossed his phone at me, the video playing out in front of my eyes.
A woman in Fiona's clothes, her face and hair obscured by a scarf, walked steadily into Freya's room. The camera only caught her at the door, but when she emerged, she was holding a bottle of Freya's medication.
I burst out laughing, disbelief washing over me.
"That was not my mom! She can barely walk—there's no way she could move that quickly. Besides, my mom died a week ago! Unless she's risen from the dead, that woman isn't her!"
Freya was still trying to pin the blame on my mother. "Ada, I know your mom did this to get back at me for how things are between us. I don't blame her, but please, can you just make her return my medication? Without it, I could seriously be in trouble."
My response was to get up and slap her across the face. "Shut up! How dare you even mention my mom? Your period ended ages ago; stop pretending like you're still suffering. And I told you, that person in the video isn't her!"
As soon as I finished speaking, David suddenly launched a kick that sent me sprawling to the floor. The impact jolted my belly against the cold ground, and a wave of cold sweat washed over me.