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

with a rage I didn’t know I possessed. “Who is that man?”

Adela crumpled the tissues against her chest. The theatrical, grandmotherly facade was entirely gone. In its place stood a hollowed-out, pathetic shell.

“Don’t you dare say a word, Mother!” Bertha hissed, grabbing Adela’s wrist, her nails digging into the older woman’s flesh.

I shoved Bertha backward.continue reading …