Proof, Denial… and Grandma’s Real “Gift”
I told him everything.
The insult about my mother.
The way Amanda flipped personalities the moment he left the room.
The endless “useless.”
The hospital scene.
The wedding demands while I couldn’t even climb stairs without shaking.
When I finished, the room went quiet.
Then Amanda laughed—sharp, dismissive.
“Barbara,” she said to Grandma, “I don’t know why you dragged Ruth into your little game, but enough is enough.”
Something inside me snapped.
