Brenda didn't respond. And when she didn't, Catrin stepped forward and stared at her more deeply.
"Don't tell me this is retribution you are getting for all these years of bias," she said coldly. Her hand moved to point at the equipment beside the bed, disdain brimming in her gaze. "Because this must have been suffering isn't nearly enough to pay the lifetime of pain and humiliation you made me go through."
Brenda's fingers clenched the sheets, but she kept her silence. She didn't say anything. She just let Catrin vent.
"Mom, do you hear me?" Catrin repeated again, leaning closer. "Did you? I said I won't accept this tiny bit of suffering of yours. You deserve to go through hell for making your own daughter feel insecure in her life. For making me feel like I was never enough. You deserve to suffer the worst!"
