on the master bedro

ly buried her face back into her knees, forcing her s

carried a metal basin filled wi

ectly at Danielle's face. The damp

octors said he needs physical stimulatio

h. She gripped it so hard her knuckles ached. She stared at Agnes's shoes,

lked out, leaving th

down her throat, her life ruined by Elliott Stuart and his entire, rotten family. Her anger needed an outlet, and the man in the bed-Elliott's brother-was the closest ta

eels hitting the marble h

alked in, wearing a custom trench coat over a desi

eforest's chest. Disgust flashed in her eyes,

ut of Danielle's hands. She threw it into the

f exaggerated pity. She spoke in a high, sooth

is a monster for making you do this. Come wi

lint in Tierney's eyes. Her sto

he cameras. Danielle needed to get out. She fo

eeve of Tierney's expensive trench

estrained herself from slapping Danie

d the main staircase, taking the narrow serva

t idling under the tree

doors locked with a heavy clunk. In the dim light of the car's interior, Danielle quietly reached up, twisting her messy hair into a

roared to life, tearing down the drive

ral perfume. It made Danielle's throat close up. She twist

a bottle of Fiji water, already uncapped, and shoved it

treetlamp, the yellow light illuminated the water. Danielle's sharp e

massive gulp. Instead, she pressed her tongue against the opening and let the water

. Seeing Danielle's throat bob, a cruel, s

her cheek against the cold glass of the window. She closed her eyes, l

rain, heading straight for