Chapter 3
‘He was discharged,” I said.
yan grunted and hung up. In the background, I heard a little girl whining–his daughter with Kayla. He thought our on had recovered, not that he’d died. Ryan, when you find out, will you still favor that kid over the one you lost?
ust as I finished packing, Ryan walked in with Kayla and their daughter. “Alia, Kayla’s going through stuff. They
eed to crash here a few days.”
he girl was a carbon copy of Ryan. “Who’s her dad? Crazy how much she looks like you,” I said.
yan squirmed. “Nephews often take after uncles.”
cut him off: “You’re not blood related. How’s she your niece?”
le exploded: “I told you, she’s my sister! When will you stop harping on this?”
he kid started bawling. Kayla pouted at me: “If you hate us, we’ll leave! Insult me, but leave my baby alone!”
d just told the truth, but they called it an insult.
Don’t go!” Ryan held them back, glaring at me. “This is my house-*you* leave!”
Fine, I will.” As I grabbed my bag, he snatched it, dumping out toys. “Don’t steal from my house! I paid for these!” le shoved toys at the girl like they were precious gems. “You like this? No? Let’s trash it!”
le tossed our son’s racecar. The girl copied him, flinging toys everywhere. “Fun! Haha!”
hey laughed like a happy family, but I felt like I’d been hit by a truck. Those were my son’s last belongings. I crambled to pick them up–marbles crushed, cars shattered. The girl held his favorite Lego rose, the one he made or Mother’s Day, “Ugly flower! Break it!” She smashed it in seconds.
lunged to grab it, but Kayla blocked me. “God, you’re so petty. It’s just a toy–can’t my daughter play with it?”
This was my son’s-”
yan cut me off: “Enough! If you keep this up, he’ll turn out as cheap and annoying as you! They’re just toys–we’ll
buy new ones!”
Toys can be replaced, but not lives. Ryan finally noticed my luggage. “Why’re you packing? And why’s his stuff
here?”
“Taking him to summer camp,” I lied. It was a lame excuse, but he just nodded and went back to making faces at Kayla’s kid.
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Watching them, my heart was ripped out. “The hit–and–run driver still hasn’t been caught,” I said.
Kayla’s face changed. “Alia, no offense, but if you can’t watch your kid, what good are you? I never take my eyes off
our baby.”
Ryan nodded: “Kayla’s a great mom. Unlike you–always dumping the kid on me like I did this alone!”
That did it. I was done.
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