My Mother’s Perfect AI Lied And Left Me For Dead Chapter 38
“Back then, I thought the hands were so big because she believed we could protect her,” he said. “Later I realized it was probably just because, in a child’s eyes, parents really are that big.”
My mother stepped up beside me.
“When children see adults as that big, adults need to be even more careful with every choice they make.”
Westley lowered his head.
“You’re right.”
He did not introduce me as Morgan.
Here, I was only someone who had come to visit her.
Claire never appeared. She kept her word.
She had once possessed dazzling credentials and the most admired creation in the room, yet when her daughter needed her, she wouldn’t even check for a single breath.
Later, she lost her career, served her sentence, and lost the right to ask her daughter to look at her one more time.
That wasn’t a punishment I imposed.
It was the destination reached by every choice she made.
Before we left, Westley placed a bouquet of daisies beneath the drawing.
“The community center has new volunteers,” he said. “I’m going to take fewer overnight calls.”
“You’re finally willing to rest?”
“The doctor says my heart can’t handle staying up all night anymore.”
After he said it, he looked at me reflexively, as if worried the words might awaken something painful.
I didn’t look away.
“Then listen to your doctor.”
“Okay.”
We walked back along the bay path.
The sea breeze lifted my hair. For an instant, I thought I saw the silver-haired woman sitting at the far end of a bench.
There was no water in her hands, and she wasn’t opening a new door for me.
She only smiled.
When I looked again, there was nothing but sunlight.