e feel small. The table was mahogany, long enough to seat twen

the table. She felt like a d

said, lifting a bone china teacup to her thin lip

all Street Journal. He didn't look up. He wa

nourishment. As the wife of the head of the family, it is your duty to ensure the extende

in her gut. She looked a

ured, turning a page.

d gaze on Elinor. "Since you seem incapable of producing children o

apa

in the air, to

a large silver tray. He se

afy greens. The meat was slick with blood. The me

ctly like the

oat. She gagged, covering

" Beverly sneered. "Take

Beverly's sneering face. Then at Julius

wasn't a loud snap. It was the

the table. Her fingers du

think. She

runt of exertion,

avy, but adrenal

as

stal glasses, the silver teapot, and

the teapot shattered inches from her Gucc

spaper soaked in water an

r!" he

er slid down the expensive wallpaper. Br

ge. Her chest heaved. Her hair

ened her text-to-speech app. Her

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voice cut through

aid. I am not

e with rage. "You... you unstable cre

typed

on't h

piece of bone china, grinding it into dus

ome after her. "Eli

nd flailed, grabbing a chair to s

The sun hit her face. It felt diff

mber she hadn't

her voice barely a scrape