they didn’t just let it happen… they planned it…

buckling. “What did you do?” I demanded, my voice cracking into a feral panic.

Before the woman who gave birth to me could answer, Bertha’s voice bled through the background, sharp and laced with venom.

“He never listens, Abigail!” my sister barked, her words clipping the air. “He got what he deserved. Stop your whining.”

The line went dead.

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