128: Feeling Broken

Camilla "I shouldn't even be arguing with you right now, Mom." "You're right, you shouldn't. Your father died, and you want to argue, telling me about it? Seriously, Camilla, what are you trying to prove?" "I'm not trying to prove anything. I'm just mad at you." "Mad at me? For what?" "You refused to accept Dad's apology. That's why he killed himself," I replied, fulminating. I couldn't help it; the anger was too much to bear. And thinking about my father. Oh, it was so heartbreaking. "Are you sure about that?" Mom asked. The question made my irritation worse. "You know what? I'm done here." I started walking away. But she seized my hand. I halted. "Hold on. Don't walk out on me like that." I sighed, opening and closing my eyes, trying to control myself. "Mom, please let go of me." "I was asking you a question." "How can you even ask me that? You think Dad killed himself for some other reason?" "I don't know. Maybe." "No! No, he didn't!" I shrieked. She released my hand. "