Irvin froze for a second. Then he lowered his head and saw that the person speaking was Mom. He stared at the janitor's uniform she was wearing, momentarily at a loss for words.
Mom would do anything for Julianne, her adopted daughter. Even with her obsessive cleanliness, she'd disguised herself as a janitor just to sneak in and beg Irvin for help.
I had already laid out all the evidence in front of her and told her clearly that the Julianne she adored so much wasn't the daughter of her first love, but the very person responsible for his real daughter's death.
Still, she refused to accept it. She was convinced all those files, all those videos, were fake and they were lies I had fabricated to drive a wedge between her and Julianne, to force her to give up on saving Julianne.
She clung to the idea that Julianne was the biological daughter of her first love and was now running herself ragged trying to save her.
When she heard Irvin had recovered, she'd gone so far as to spend a la
