“Your mother’s blood pressure,” he said, “is dangerously high.

You know that.

Do you want to give her a stroke, over your self-righteous drama?

Is that what you want on your conscience?”

I froze.

Because it was true that her blood pressure was high, and it was true that a great shock could be dangerous, and he knew — he knew exactly — that I loved her, and that he could use my love for her as a leash.