Liana POV
"I didn't expect to see you," Mother sighs and closes her eyes as she pulls her hand out of mine.
It stings that she is still refusing any form of contact with me. But if I must be honest with myself, I did not have high hopes that she would.
"You might've written me off, but I'm still your daughter," I say patiently. "That won't change, not even in death."
"A miserable end to a miserable life," she groans as she reaches for the painkillers.
I pick up the glass of water that is on the side table and hand it to her. Without a thank you or any form of acknowledgement, she takes the glass and swallows the pills.
"I assume your father told you about my condition," she leans back against the pillows.
"Yes," I reply softly. "I would've helped if I knew."
"Help," she snorts sarc
