Chapter 52

• “I - I’m sorry. She said she was your sister so I – like a fool –“ Dahlia lowered her head and my annoyance slowly faded away. Irene, on the other hand, was busily looking around my living room without hiding her awe. Her jaw was quite literally on the floor.
• “It’s fine,” I said, feeling my head throb already. First, it was Thelma, now her bitch of a daughter had joined. Would I ever get any reprieve from these people?
• “Sister – your home is lovely,” Irene said with a small smile. “It’s like the one you’ve always dreamed of, right?” She asked, her eyes sparkling. For a moment, I was afraid. I knew that look. It was the look of covetousness. It was the same way she always looked at my things before she snatched them from me.