Chapter 10

• "I am not going to hand-feed you. Stand up and get your plate!" Greta's nagging voice filled the room.
• "What are you talking about, Mom?" Didn't you tell me a few days ago that you already had a plan?" Laura retorted, already getting weary of her mother's constant nagging.
• "My plan didn't go as planned, but you also have to try on your own part," Greta spewed angrily, disgust written all over her face, as she grabbed the glass of whiskey sitting beside her.