My mother tensed. “She just had surgery,” she replied cautiously.
Diane waved her hand dismissively. “I’m talking to my son’s wife, not you.”
I swallowed, forcing my voice to stay steady. “Please go. I’m not doing this today.”
It only made her taller.
“Oh, now you have boundaries?” she snapped. “You didn’t have boundaries when you took Ryan away from his family, used up his money, and turned him into someone I barely recognized.”
Ryan muttered, “Mom, stop,” but it was weak, automatic—almost meaningless.
Diane moved closer to my bed. “Do you know what this family thinks of you, Emily? They think you’re dramatic, manipulative, and lazy.”
My heart monitor began to rise, the sharp electronic beeps increasing. My mother stood, ready to call for a nurse. My father stood still, but I saw his jaw tighten.
I said, "Get out."
