THE FINAL CORD~CLAIRE'S POV~The steady beep-beep-beep of the monitor changed beat.I looked up from my phone. On the bed, my mother's eyelids blinked. She groaned, a low, raspy sound, and opened her eyes. She blinked at the ceiling, then turned her head slowly until her gaze landed on me.Confusion. Then, recognition."Claire?" she croaked.I didn't smile. I didn't rush to hold her hand. I just stood up, smoothing my blazer."Hello, Mother," I said calmly. "I was beginning to think you might cross over to the other side before I got to say what I've been keeping inside for three years."She frowned, trying to sit up, but she was too weak. She looked around the empty VIP room."Where is your father?""He's coming," I said. "But I'm here. I've been here for five days, watching you breathe."She let out a breath, turning her face away. "I thought you hated us.""Correction," I said, stepping closer to the bed. "I hate you, Mother. Not Dad. Dad is just a casualty of your personality. Yo
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