It was not until Quinn passed away from stomach cancer that Sadie cried to me about how unfairly she had been treated.
I clearly remembered how much she seemed to hate him, so why was she now acting like I had stolen the love of her life?
I furrowed my brow and asked, “Do you like Quinn?”
If so, what did that make Henry?
She opened her mouth, but did not speak. Still, I could see the truth.
“Oh, I get it. You’re upset because I beat you to him. It doesn’t matter who it is—as long as I choose someone, you suddenly want them too, right?”
Her face flushed red. “You’re spouting nonsense! How could you say that about me?”
“Then what exactly did you mean by what you just said?”
When she realized she could not win the argument, she resorted to throwing a tantrum.
“I don’t care! I like Quinn now, so you have to give him to me.”
I let out a laugh, feeling both angry and amused.
“I’m not your mother. Why should I give you anything?”
I would not let this ungrateful brat ruin Quinn’s life again, not in a million years.
My refusal made her stomp her feet in frustration. Just as she was about to say something else, a cool voice interrupted.
“Even if she were willing to let go, I wouldn’t agree to it.”
Quinn had returned and was now standing beneath the willow tree. His gaze was icy and resolute.
