I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. “What did you think those last ten years were worth when you asked me to have abortions? When you staged ‘artistic photo shoots
with Sonia?”
Anthony faltered, his words caught in his throat.
Sonia tried to speak, but I slapped her across the face. “You’ve always had a thing for other people’s leftovers.”
Anthony stammered weakly, “Sonia’s just like my sister. I…” His voice trailed off.
I didn’t wait for him to finish. Without another glance, I turned and walked away.
