stant reminder of the violation. The tremor was worse. It

ent, calmly pouring himself a wh

ed me. "This is over. And you' re going to pay. For the surgery, for the physic

ok at me, his expressio

sound. "Who else would want someone from your background? You' re no

oster home that smelled of neglect. The girl whose foster parents cashed state checks and bare

n be your accessory," I shot back, tu

me, his ange

! I gave you a life yo

. I threw my clothes in, my movements clumsy and f

inning me around. "Y

eet tangled, and I fell backward, the back of my h

, and a wave of nausea washed over me. I lay there,

s pho

tire demeanor shifted. His anger van

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the phone. She was faking a "post-surgical comp

n the floor, my head thro

, his voice cold and dis

, the echo of his footsteps a final, brutal confi