“Stop overreacting, you’re ruining her day!” my mother hissed, grabbing my hair and pushing me over the balcony railing at my sister’s party. I blacked out. When I woke up, the upscale venue was surrounded by federal agents, and my mother was sobbing on her knees while my sister held a document and begged me…
I didn’t look at Patricia. She was no longer a person to me; she was a disease. I turned my back on the table. Behind me, I heard William’s chair crash backward onto the floor. I felt his presence fall in step right behind me, a wall of pure, vibrating fury shielding our retreat.
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