Surviving Eleanor: A Daughter's Rebellion

rban kitchen-was the first sign of something deeply wro

e, she poured what looked like chicken feed into it,

lm, "The curse from your past life, when you were a neglec

d spouted Mrs. Gable's charlatan nonsense, but the

d," I said, my voice shaking

rieked, lunging at me with the sloshing blender jar,

snapping open to find myself on the kitchen floor, my

o blood, no pain, just the impossible, terrify

escaped me, a ghostly echo of a con

sion, as she began, "It's for your own

e phantom pain in my sk

ng hope: "I've already found a man for you. Mark will be here any minute. He

curse; it was a cag