y chill of confirmation. Molly' s rage, so quick to surface, was all the proof I needed. She hadn' t just

ll of it. After the accident, she was the one who sorted their belongings with me, who held me while I cried over old p

gether, two houses down. We shared secrets, clothes, dreams. When my parents died

escaped my li

bi," she' d said, her voice full of earnest sympathy. "To be in a place wi

hew. It was all so calculated. She had moved me onto the

my first death. The subtle whispers to the neighbors, the feigned shock. "Oh, G

ers, lies, and a grieving mother' s rage. She wanted my house, my money,

rief for my parents was still a raw wound, but now it was tangled wi

like a sister ha

was going t

thought I was. The fall had broken me, but this rebirth

olidifying. She wanted a