"You think I forgave him?" Lian asked, tears forming in her eyes. "Do you really think that you meant nothing to me, after all of these years?"
Lian wanted to tell him everything that she felt when he died. How she felt like a part of her had died. How she had done nothing but lie in bed for a week, not caring if she ate and letting her phone ring off the hook.
Her shoulders shook, and she turned around so that they wouldn't see the tears starting to fall down her cheeks.
"Get out," she hissed. "Both of you. Now."
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