Chapter 6 - THE MOTHER’S FINAL BETRAYAL
Outside the door, the lock clicked. My mother stepped inside, her face set in a mask of artificial calm. She didn't look at me; she looked at her watch. “The reception is starting,” she said, as if we were discussing the weather. “I need you to be quiet.”
“I’m dying, Mom!” I screamed, my voice cracking. “The baby needs a doctor!”
“You’re doing fine,” she said, turning to leave. “Stop being so dramatic.” She stepped out, and the lock clicked shut again. That was when I realized she wasn't just being selfish—she was suffering from a deep, pathological need to control the narrative of our family, and she would sacrifice anyone, including her own grandchild, to keep that narrative intact.
