y chill of confirmation. Molly' s rage, so quick to surface, was all the proof I needed. She hadn' t just
ll of it. After the accident, she was the one who sorted their belongings with me, who held me while I cried over old p
gether, two houses down. We shared secrets, clothes, dreams. When my parents died
escaped my li
bi," she' d said, her voice full of earnest sympathy. "To be in a place wi
hew. It was all so calculated. She had moved me onto the
my first death. The subtle whispers to the neighbors, the feigned shock. "Oh, G
ers, lies, and a grieving mother' s rage. She wanted my house, my money,
rief for my parents was still a raw wound, but now it was tangled wi
like a sister ha
was going t
thought I was. The fall had broken me, but this rebirth
olidifying. She wanted a
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