My dad’s eyes would flicker, his expression tense as he quietly tried to comfort me, his eyelashes trembling just a little.
The next time I burst into their bedroom crying, Tanya finally lost it.
“Look at me! I’m not dead! If you keep saying that, I’ll give you something to cry about!”
My dad tried to calm us both down, one hand patting my back, the other stroking her hair.
“Sienna’s just a kid. Why are you getting so upset?”
Tanya let out a bitter laugh.
“I told you we should lock the door, but no! You’re happy that woman’s still haunting us, aren’t you?”
My dad forced a smile, trying to keep his cool.
“Don’t say stuff like that in front of her.”
“Stuff like that? You know exactly what I mean!”
She snapped, grabbing the oil burner from the nightstand and throwing it at him. He blocked it with his arm, but the burner ricocheted back, slicing her leg open.
Blood started gushing out, and just like that, her condition flared up again.
Everything became a blur as my dad frantically called the hospital, searching for Rh-negative blood.
Amidst the chaos, I tugged at his shirt, my voice pleading.
“Daddy, give Mommy my blood!”