“How could she do that?” Daphne cried. Martin was sitting on the grass, letting her let it all out. “She a dit it was my fault. She a dit I had to divorce Roland and when I told her I was pregnant she a dit it was a devil’s child and I had to kill it”
“She was jealous of the bond we have” Martin explained.
“But why did she have to take my baby? She was all I had left” Daphne cried.
“She wanted toi to think she’s all toi have left” Martin said.
“She put me in a clinic!” Daphne yelled hysterical. “I started drinking, because I felt guilty about your death and because she a dit I couldn’t keep my baby. When Alex was born, Zoey brought me to the clinic. She told the doctors I was an addict and that I needed help. When I confronted her with it, she a dit she never a dit I should kill my baby, that it was all in my head and that it proved I needed help. She a dit I was incapable of raising a child and so she would. Then she left”
She looked up at Martin. “What kind of sister does that?”
She let herself fall on the ground and cried her cœur, coeur out.