I leaned back in the chair, closing my eyes to rest.
But all I could see were flashes of Greyson trembling in pain during his spinal tap.
Tears welled up involuntarily, and Shawn, mistaking my sorrow for something else, softened his tone.
"Yes, I was a bit harsh that day. I just didn't expect you to curse our son to get me back.
"Today, I wanted to ask about our son's condition, but I noticed you blocked me."
"Yeah, it's all my fault," I replied blankly, turning my head away.
Jennifer started blaming herself.
"Sandra, even though you don't like me, there's no need to curse your own son.
"Forget it, Shawn. It's all my fault for making a mistake at work, which led to trouble for you. Otherwise, Sandra wouldn't have fabricated this leukemia story about Greyson," Jennifer added, her false sympathy evident.
Unable to hold back, I retorted, "It's all your fault. Why don't you just go die?"
"Sandra, are you crazy? Why are you getting angry with Jennifer?"
Shawn glared at me.
"Yeah, I'm crazy to death! Are you happy now?" I snapped back.
Jennifer urged Shawn not to be impulsive, and he huffed, sitting beside me in silence.