From Heiress to Hellfire
ed the Hamptons air, and I stood in a multi-mill
hands grabbing at my dress, turning my reception into a vulg
ruth: a cold whisper from Sabrina as she fiddled with my life support, followed by a playful shove into a swi
erything from me and then murder me? Why did I ever believe their hum
the flatline, the cold abyss. I was back, and the rage t