"Darling, what on earth did my Ethan do to make you torture him like this?"
She laughed maniacally, "The worst thing he ever did was having you as his mother."
I didn't want to waste words with Sarah. "You're asking for it."
I lunged at her with a small knife, aiming straight for her body. My knife skills had gotten rusty over the years, and she managed to dodge it.
She flipped me over, pinning me down. "Remember Robert?"
I quickly searched my memory before responding, "Male, thirty, suicide."
She let out a deranged laugh, her eyes filled with icy malice.
"So Dr. Carlisle does remember him after all."
Her eyes were bloodshot. "There's no way he would have killed himself. Such a bright, confident person... suicide? No way."
"It's all because of you. You ruled it a suicide, and those lazy cops didn't bother investigating further. How can my darling Xixi rest in peace?"
"So that's why you hate me?"