Faking... faking illness?
My mind went blank, and I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears. Before I knew it, I had already slapped Aria across the face!
“Bitch, what did you just say?!”
“Blair, I didn’t mean…”
“Don’t you dare talk about my son like that!” I cut her off, my voice rising. “You don’t know anything about what we went through, so shut your fucking mouth!”
Kyle stepped in and positioned Aria protectively behind him. “Blair, that’s enough. She’s your sister, for Pete’s sake!”
I glared at them. How shameless!
“Who cares if she’s my sister? She better watch her mouth!”
Aria, looking hurt, pleaded, “It’s fine, Kyle. If Blair won’t admit that Andy is faking his illness, I’ll just drop it.”
I frowned and looked at Kyle. “You think Andy is faking it too?”
Kyle didn’t say a word, but his silence spoke volumes.
Damn. What a nice father this man was!
Kyle looked around, but Andy was nowhere to be seen. “So, where’d you take him this time?”
Clearly, he didn’t believe me. If only he’d come home, he’d see our table covered in medications and medical records. But well, he never did.