My eyes burned red in an instant.
"But don't worry."
Mildred admired her manicure. "She didn't die for nothing. Her bone marrow, her kidneys, her corneas..."
The air left my lungs.
She let out another soft laugh.
"Such a pity you weren't there. When they forced her to sign the consent form, she kept crying for her mommy.
"And you, her mother, were out delivering food." She tilted her head. "Agh—!!"
"You bitch!!"
I locked both hands around her throat. "Give me back my baby!!"
"Enough!"
A slap cracked across my face.
I fell sideways into the garbage heap.
Clement pulled Mildred tight against his chest, shielding her.
Tears glistened at the corners of Mildred's eyes. Her voice broke into a sob.
"I was just asking where she's hiding Camille! You can survive in a landfill, Mary, but a child can't take that kind of suffering!
"I only wanted to take Camille somewhere safe, and you tried to kill me for it!"
"That's a lie! You just said—" "Enough!"
Clement's jaw was clenched so tight the muscle jumped. "If you have even a shred of conscience as a mother, you'll bring Camille back yourself.
"Otherwise, we're getting a divorce."
He wrapped his arm around Mildred and got into the passenger seat.
Divorce?