A Pound of Flesh (A Pound of Flesh #1)(171)

“And don’t tell me what to do,” she retorted. “How dare you come into my room, into Nana’s house that way?”

An edge of remorse stole across Eva’s mouth. “Nana is fine. It’s you I’m worried about, furious with, actually.”

“Why?”

“Why? Because my daughter doesn’t speak to me, answer my calls. My daughter, who not only works in a damned prison but is running around town with—with that—”

“Be careful,” Kat warned when Eva waved toward the doorway.

Eva blanched and a flash of hurt lit her eyes. “I am here to put a stop to this.”

Kat scoffed. “Do you know how ridiculous you’re being?”

“What is ridiculous is you’re putting your entire career, your reputation, and maybe even your life on the line for some delinquent waste of space—”

Kat flew toward her mother, stopping only inches away from her. “You do not speak about him that way!”

Kat’s proximity and the ferocity emanating from her every pore made Eva pause.

“Calm down,” Harrison said at her side. He raised his hand toward Kat’s shoulder but dropped it. “Just both of you, please, calm down.”

Eva swallowed. “You may not believe it, but I’m doing this because I love you, Katherine. The prison is no good for you. He’s no good for you.”

“You don’t even know him,” Kat spat. “You never even gave him a chance.”

Eva was incredulous. “And how was I supposed to do that when you carried on behind my back? I had to find out from Beth, from Nana!”

“And it’s such a big mystery why I didn’t tell you!”

“Because you knew it was wrong!” Eva countered. “For God’s sake, you could get into so much trouble.”

“You think I don’t know that?”

Eva’s face grimaced in puzzlement. “Then why are you—?”

“You have done nothing but make me feel like a disappointment ever since I started working at Arthur Kill. Nothing I’ve done since I took that job has been good enough for you; even the man I love is a disappointment in your eyes.”

Eva scoffed. “Oh, please, you don’t love him.”

“With everything that I am,” Kat said imploringly. “You have no idea what I’ve been through these past few months, Mom. How hard it was to face my biggest fears at Kill, to confront what has kept me awake for the past sixteen years.”

Eva’s face pinched.

“But Carter’s been there for me, with me, helping me and caring for me when no one else would.” Kat turned her face toward the ceiling, furious that her mother would even dare to cry. “When I left here that night, it was Carter who took care of me, and never once has he said or done anything to me that warrants such narrow-mindedness from you.”

“He’s a criminal.”

“Like Dad?”

Eva took an unsteady step backward. Her face held an expression of complete shock, but her glistening eyes told Kat it was checkmate. Kat pushed the crumpled envelope against her mother’s chest.

“I wonder,” Kat mused. “Did Grandpa’s hatred make you want to walk away from the man you loved, or did it push you further into his arms?”

Eva stared at the envelope in her hands.

“You should have told me, Mom. It wasn’t Nana’s job to tell me about Dad’s past,” Kat said angrily. “Instead of judging me, instead of judging Carter; you should have been honest with me first.” She willed her tears back. “How could you lie? How could you make me feel so alone?”