***Emma's POV***"Emma," Susan said again, setting the roses on the bedside table beside the jasmine. She wrinkled her nose at the vase. "Cheap flowers. I suppose Daniel was in a hurry.""They're my favorite," I replied quietly."Of course they are."Rachael placed the fruit basket at the foot of the bed and pulled a chair close, sitting with her knees together like a perfect little guest. Her eyes slid over my bandages, my pale face, the drip in my arm. She wasn't even trying to hide how much she enjoyed the sight."Oh, sister," she sighed. "We were so worried. Weren't we, Mom?"Mom. She had started calling her that already."Terribly," Susan said, lowering herself onto the sofa. "Daniel hasn't been himself these past few days. Running around, shouting at people, getting into fights with doctors. Do you know how embarrassing that is for this family?""I didn't ask him to do any of it.""You didn't have to." Her mouth curled. "You've always known how to make my son suffer."I looked a
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