"Please," she scoffed. "What you did, was rip him from my arms before he was even grown. And then you disappeared to gods know where." She made an angry noise in the back of her throat.
"You know, I thought you might return when he died," she went on quietly. "I don't know why I did it, but I looked for you. I delayed the funeral for a day or so. But you didn't come. And I wasn't really surprised." She noticed an endcap of wine next to her elbow, wishing she could yank out one of the corks and just drink from the bottle. She needed it to continue this conversation.