Where his left leg should have been, there was only flatness beneath the blanket.
At that moment, Sofia walked into the room.
Without a word, she slapped me to the floor.
A nurse finally pulled her away as she screamed, "I told you, you're a jinx! Give me back my son's leg!"
The once-protective Leo, who was always afraid I'd get hurt, was now coldly watching everything.
"Mila, this is what you deserve."
Sofia threw a thick stack of bills at my head. "Hurry up and pay the bill."
Fighting back tears, I wiped the blood from my lip and picked up the scattered papers. "Mom, can you please tell me what really happened?"
"Mom? Your mom's dead! I'm not your mom, don't bring that bad luck on me!"
Unable to ignore my pleading gaze, Sofia finally spoke, "Your dad couldn't even drive. He crashed straight into a wall. He died, fine, but he ruined my son's life too! You'll pay for this forever. Don't think you can escape!"
Sofia wiped her tears away. In my grief, I didn't see the guilt and calculation hidden behind her actions.
Sofia refused my request to hire a caregiver.
Even though I offered to pay for it myself, so they wouldn't have to worry.