My husband and my sister laughed while my daughter Holly was dying in a hospital bed. Then he smirked and said, “Holly had a good run. We need that money for my son with your sister.”

around me. The blinking monitor. Vanessa’s diamond bracelet. Derek’s polished shoes. Holly’s tiny fingers curled around the stuffed rabbit she had named Captain Bun.

I crossed the room and slapped him so hard his head snapped to the side.

Vanessa gasped. Derek touched his cheek, stunned.

“You’re done,” I said.

He laughed again, but this time doubt cracked continue reading …