er voice trembling as she stared at me,

holarship interview and lost her mind. She said it was all your fault for not loving her enou

anufactured grief. "She was full of so much hate. She set the hous

echoing as the flames consumed them. Every word was a carefully crafted l

placed by pure, undiluted belief. The way they looked at me... it was the same look they

said, my voice ho

Britney lie about something so horri

voice steady. "Listen, I don't care about the interview. I'll leave. I'

t you go? So you can go out there and plot

gging into my flesh. "You ungrateful bra

l recipe, sat on the counter. In my previous life, she had made it for me

owl. "This is what you deserve. Not

I didn't flinch. I just stared at my reflect

alse sympathy. "The resentment is already there. You can see it in

t was the final

ilently, walked over to the kitchen d

John," she said, her voice cold and reso

ook my phone out of my pocket

ught a glimpse of Britney' s face. The tears were

n. And I w