Chapter 15 Fifteen

• I didn’t think there was a limit to how much a person could hurt. I thought I’d reached the threshold—had felt the worst of what life could throw at me when my child was seized from my arms. But as I sat in that sterile, suffocating hospital room, hearing my sister speak so coldly and emotionless about my child, HER niece,, I realized I was wrong.
• Denise’s laughter cut through the air like pieces of broken glass. It was a chilling sound and it made my skin crawl.
• “How can you be so vile?” I hissed, my voice trembling with fury and despair. “How can you sit there and laugh over my pain Denise? How can you torture a nursing mother with the sound of her crying child?"