The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 277

Hearing those words, Quinn completely lost her grip.

"What... what goes on in my head?!" The grievances Quinn had suppressed for years erupted all at once. Her eyes instantly turned red, and her voice trembled as if she had been backed to the edge of a cliff, finally screaming without caring about the consequences. "Tell me then, Garrison! What exactly goes on in my head?!"

She pushed herself up from the coffee table and took two steps back, putting distance between them as if needing space to unleash everything.

"I was adopted by the Fosters when I was ten. Everyone said I was so lucky, a sparrow turned into a phoenix. But that wasn't my choice! If I had a say, I would rather my dad be alive and with me forever than be a daughter of this family!"

"I came into this house, was told to call you 'brother,' and told to treat you all as my real family. Did I do that? Yes, I did! For years, I treated you as my own flesh and blood, treated Mom and Dad as my real parents, and treated Archie as my own child—"

Her voice hitched. She aggressively wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand, but the tears wouldn't stop.

"When Dad had a heart attack in the middle of the night, I was the one who called the ambulance. When Mom broke her hip, I slept on a cot in the hospital hallway for three months. I cleaned her bedpans, bathed her, and spoon-fed her. From kindergarten until now, which of Archie's parent-teacher conferences have I missed? When has he ever had a fever without me sitting right by his bed?"

"When Sloane first moved out, Archie cried for his mother every single night. Who do you think held him and coaxed him over and over until he fell asleep, only to go sit in the kitchen and cry by herself?"

Her voice pitched higher, her chest heaving violently.

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