I stared at Cameron Johnson's hand still raised in the air after slapping me across the face. The sting radiated through my cheek, but I felt oddly detached from the pain. It was just one more in a lifetime of blows from the people who were supposed to protect me.
"You ungrateful brat!" Cameron's voice shook with rage. "After everything we've done for you!"
Everything they'd done for me? The absurdity of his statement almost made me laugh.
I looked around the hospital room. Imogen reclined in her bed, eyes wide with fake tears, her hand protectively placed over her stomach—the same stomach that had never carried a child. Ivy stood beside her, face contorted with hatred. And now Cameron, towering over me with his hand still raised.
"My daughter lost her baby because of you!" Cameron shouted. "The least you could do is take responsibility!"
I touched my stinging cheek. "There was no baby."
