The day my husband's parents Jason Gibson and Leila Gibson were in a car accident, I, Gabriela Reeds, called Everett Gibson with trembling hands, my voice choked with tears as I begged him to transfer money for the surgery fees.
But all I heard from the other end was his cold mockery: "If you want money, just say so. Why do you always come up with these pathetic excuses?"
Staring at the disconnected call, I swallowed my hurt and dialed again, only to hear a familiar female voice: "Everett, I squeezed out too much sunscreen. Can I rub it on your abs?"
He laughed indulgently, "You're being silly."
That night, Jason and Leila died abroad despite all efforts to save them.
