"Why did you call, dear?" Hilda asked, still trying to hold on despite the obvious difficulty she was facing just to speak louder.
Erin smirked as she kept staring at her sister. She saw as beads of sweat glistened on Kate's forehead, and each time Erin would part her lips to speak, Kate would flinch, and her body would go tense.
"This is about Kate, Mom," Erin cried out as she tried to garner her mother's sympathy.
Kate reached for Erin's wrist, grabbed it as hard as possible while shaking her head. Kate felt that her world would crumble with just one sentence from Erin. One sentence would be all that it took to kill their mother.
Erin was satisfied, she was happy tormenting her sister. But she wouldn't stop until Kate gave her a new credit card.
"Kate? What's wrong? Did she do something? Did she… Did she hit you again?" Hilda asked.
