Now that stung. She understood, but it stung. Especially after all this time. And in some way, it angered her. And she would rather focus on that instead of the hurt.
"And you think it hasn't hurt us? Mother and I can barely look at each other, but we try, Artie. We try, and we need you to as well. If not for me, than for her." Her voice was cracking a little. She really didn't want to cry, but something told her that she likely would.
"And you think it hasn't hurt us? Mother and I can barely look at each other, but we try, Artie. We try, and we need you to as well. If not for me, than for her." Her voice was cracking a little. She really didn't want to cry, but something told her that she likely would.
