“Please, arrest me. I’d rather go to jail than go back to that house…”

Tiffany Miller materialized beside us like a wraith. Her manicured grip on Leo’s frail shoulder was bone-crushing, her diamond rings digging viciously deep into the heavy flannel fabric.

“Leo adheres to a very rigorous, specialized diet, Sarah,” Tiffany had purred, her voice dripping with a venomous, manufactured sweetness. Her perfectly glossed lips continue reading …