Justice Served Cold

me is

e. Gentle, naive Molly, who only ever wanted

, threw it for me at their massive Napa Valley winery. It wasn' t a ce

the girl they raised, t

, joyless affair unti

signer dress torn, her fac

t to me, collap

o sorry! Please

ice loud enough fo

e been yours. I know you want me gone. But I never thoug

ents, Mr. and Mrs. Hewitt, stared with pure disgust.

her voice trembling with rage, not concern f

my voice barely a whi

He crossed the room in three long stri

ad. I fell to the floo

ng over me. "A piece of trash from th

stomach. I curled into

sk of cold indifference. "Andre

stop hurting me. He was te

' m calling Dr. Albright. She needs

facility." A private asylum for the wea

a piece of garbage. As they forced me into the car

t crying

as sm

olly died. She just