She yanked me aside, her voice a furious hiss. "What is wrong with you? Why can't you just want what's best for your brother?"
"Are you not going to stop until you've driven him into a divorce?"
Then she swiped at her tears. "I'm going to be living with your brother when I'm old. This one time I need you to take care of me, and you can't even do that?"
"Your father's health is bad. I had no other choice but to ask you."
"No, that's not it!" I cut her off. "Mom, I can't terminate this pregnancy. The baby can—"
Before I could finish, Daisy rolled her eyes and let out a laugh. "A married-off daughter who comes back here every chance she gets to mooch off the family."
"Now the second someone asks her to pitch in and look after her own mother, suddenly she's not interested."
"Wants everything, gives nothing. How shameless can you get?"
Shameless.
The word landed in my ears, and something inside me surged upward, hot and violent.
I thought of the night six months ago when Mom had come home with that diagnosis report.