“You followed Rachel,” I said.
Sabrina stepped backward.
“Lola, you do not understand.”
“Then explain it.”
Her eyes hardened.
“Your father was supposed to love your mother forever.”
“He did.”
“No. He replaced her.”
“He spent 12 years alone.”
“And that made dating acceptable?”
Her voice rose.
“Your mother gave him everything. Then he smiled at strangers as if she had never existed.”
I felt anger burn through my grief.
“You threatened six women.”
“I warned them.”
“You terrified them.”
“I protected your mother’s place in his life.”
“You protected nothing.”
Sabrina began to cry.
