ng driveway. She stopped just short
s slapped loudly against the pavement. "Stop right the
tely. "You put your hands on your sister! You made
ate. She turned her head slowly. She did not speak.
exertion. Her face was flushed bright
pointed a manicured finger inches
r. Her eyes were cold and unblinking. Sh
s not loud, but each word landed like a stone dropped into still water. "Living
fell open in shock at the
suring her laptop was secure against her back. The movement wa
r eyes narrowed in sudden suspicion. "What's in the bag? You stole
hilling expression made Br
ift very soon," Chloe promised. He
ag. Now." She lunged forward. Her manicured hands grasped aggressively for the
cise, and highly practiced. It was the reflex of someone who had sp
rms windmilled uselessly in the empty air. Her right foot caught on the edge of a raised cobbl
st into the rough surf
head made brutal contact with the rock. The sound was wet and
at the shoulder. Her carefully styled hair unraveled into a tangled mess. A red, angry scrape appeared on Brenda's forehead
e must have been watching from the kitchen window. He
frantically if she was okay, his hands hovering
e glared up at Chloe with pure hatred. "This is your fault! Y
nce. It was the expression of someone watching an insect buzz agains
Chloe said flatly. It was no
Brenda by the stone pillar. She looked
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