“Now you’ll never marry my son!” my mother-in-law laughed, setting my wedding dress on fire. I wiped my tears, smiled coldly, and said, “Enjoy destroying that dress, because the wedding was never the real trap.” Her face went completely pale when I made one quick phone call…
A cold dread coiled in my gut, but when I opened my mouth, the voice that emerged was terrifyingly steady. “Mrs. Wilson,” I whispered, the sound cutting through the crackle of burning fabric, “you have absolutely no comprehension of what you have just unleashed.”
She let out a brittle, glassy laugh that sounded continue reading …
