— our future, our plans—”
“Our,” she repeated. “An hour ago you called me irrelevant. You’ve spent five years making me feel worthless. You’ve criticized my job, my clothes, my family, my father — this man, here, in this casket, who you’ve been contemptuous of since the day you met him.” She kept her voice very even. “Now that you know I’m not irrelevant,continue reading …
