C35 Just like my mother

"Paul!" My voice sliced through the tension, and I arched my brows in a mixture of frustration and exasperation. "I don't need your phony care. You are just like your mother, a fake person."

My words hung in the air like a pendulum frozen at the apex of its swing. Paul's jaw tightened, and his fists clenched at his sides. His eyes bore into mine