Chapter 11 - My Mother Refuses to Apologize
As my mother was being guided down the marble steps toward the transport van, she suddenly wrenched her shoulder free.
She turned around, staring daggers at me through the freezing night air with a look of pure, unadulterated venom.
“You will regret this for the rest of your miserable life, Hannah! You’ll never see a dime of our estate!” she screamed into the wind.
“I wouldn't want your blood money if it was the last thing on earth, Mother,” I replied evenly from the doorway.
The van doors slammed shut, swallowing her angry protests into the quiet stillness of the snowy New England night.
I walked back inside the mansion, locking the heavy mahogany front door behind me and throwing the deadbolt with finality.
My phone buzzed in my coat pocket with an incoming text message from my husband at the hospital.
“Doctors say my heart rate is normal again. The girls are sleeping peacefully. Hurry back to us, my love.”
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Tears of joy finally broke through my exhaustion as I typed a quick reply confirming I was on my way back.
The nightmare was over, and our small family had survived the worst winter storm of our lives together.
