The composure my mother-in-law had been forcing crumbled.
She cried and begged me to bathe her.
No one noticed the wounds covering my body. Ten years of devotion hadn't earned me a single shred of genuine concern.
"Don't worry. I won't be draining your precious Lionel."
I didn't rush around tending to the two of them the way I always had. I shut their door and walked to the master bedroom.
I opened the door.
Fay Simmons was lying in my bed, wearing my pajamas.
She rolled over to face me when she heard the door.
Hickeys covered every inch of exposed skin. Proof of just how deeply Lionel loved her.
Fay squinted at me, smiling.
"Oh, Moira, I'm so sorry. Dr. Dickerson was all over me last night. I just couldn't..."
My gaze followed hers across the vanity, the floor-to-ceiling window, the full-length mirror.
Stains everywhere.
I hadn't eaten in too long. My stomach felt like it had been fed through a blender, crushed beyond recognition.
Nausea surged up in a wave. I clamped my hand over my mouth and bright red blood seeped through my fingers.
Fay called out to me, her voice syrup-sweet.
"Moira, you look like you're about to die."
I swallowed the taste of iron and lunged at her.