Chapter 13 Get Lost
- At the mention of her mother, fury burned through Jane, flushing her face. Her knuckles turned white, trembling with rage and for one second, murder flashed in her eyes.
- She had left the Harrisons’ household; she didn’t have to tread on eggshells around them anymore. No… she could retaliate freely.
- “Marcy, you regularly steal Stacy’s jewelry and when she can’t find them, you allow me to be maligned and beaten. For my own good, you say? Who’s the shameless one here?”