The Perfect Victim
However, I did not hand it to her.
Gritting my teeth, I pretended to lose my grip and spilled the boiling water all over her legs. I figured she would not be able to hold back and jump up in rage.
I closed my eyes and silently counted, 'One, two, three...'
Time passed, yet I did not feel the familiar fists crashing down on me.
I opened my eyes and saw that Claire had not moved. Instead, she was still sitting perfectly upright in her wheelchair.
Not only was she not angry at me, but she looked at me apologetically. "I'm so sorry, honey... I didn't catch it properly and spilled the water. Honey, did you burn your hand? That water looked really hot."