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eyes snap
tically into the flesh. She expected to feel the jagged, torn edges of her own windpipe. She expected the hot, thick spray of her own blo
was smooth.
nds down her neck, over her collarbones, feeli
r stain shaped like a skull on the ceiling. The cheap, rattling wi
ardwood floor. Her legs gave out instantly, but she caught herself on
the edges of the porcelain sin
ull. The horrific, purple frostbite scars that had webbed
out. She cupped her hands, splashing the icy water violently against her face. She d
hallucination. The
The frantic pounding in her
. She snatched her smartphone off the chargin
mber
lobal deep freeze would hit. Th
ttress, hitting the floor hard. A sound ripped from her thr
was
y satisfied faces of the Burch family looking at her through the reinforced glass as they kicked her out into the negative-fifty-degree wast
rated hatred flooded her veins
own into the depths of her mind. Revenge wasn't a momentary impulse; it was a precise, calculated execution. She
ted violently. The default ringtone s
ared at t
Burch
hite as she gripped the phone. She wanted to smash it against the
ccept button and brough
ler
he speaker, accompanied by a
sked, injecting a sickening a
king the duct. The doctor says I need emergency surgery today. But the insurance... they're refusing to cover th
he had panicked. She had emptied her life savings-every single penny she had scr
It bought her sister, Kendal, a limited-edition designer handb
wed the bile
ible," Ellery said, her voic
a second. Her thumb swiped down on the screen, tapping the background
ing in urgency. "I'm calling out of work right now. I'll dr
the other end. Sharon stammered, the
.. the pre-op area is strictly no-visitors. COVID pr
dead air stretch. She let the awkwardness a
ckmail. "We took you in when you had nothing. We gave you a home when you were just a piec
uth twitched upward into
nto the microphone. "I'll wire the money r
od," Sharon
thank you. The line
es were as cold as the arctic ic
loaded, displaying her hard-earned savings. Th
dime. Instead, she was going to use this exact lie to drain ever
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