"Funny that you call him a mistake, since you care so much about your son," she sneered.
If she hadn't already been dead, Daphne probably would have killed her. She wanted nothing more in this moment than to be able to slap the little bint across the face just to see her reaction. "Don't you DARE call my son a brat, whore. You're just angry because I can give your son what you can't and you know it. You can't even pick the boy up and rock him to sleep anymore. And it's all because you got your stupid arse killed." It was mean, it was cruel, and she couldn't care less.
Miles' hand on her shoulder made her pause for a moment, and she stopped yelling. She looked over at him apologetically before putting a hand to her face. She knew she was about to get the backlash from her statement, and it was going to be painful.