Katty followed Noell and Bea inside to the kitchen. Bea slurped from her smoothie cup, set it on the table, and picked up a red crayon.
Katty’s thoughts tumbled over each other. The visuals of her past with her mom—the a***e, the slaps, broken crayons, broken bones. They stirred with pictures of a couple days ago, but of just now at Mrs. B’s store. Those eyes pierced her very soul—everything she had hidden down deep was no longer hidden but visual. Other visuals morphed and mixed over the insanity of her past. Visuals of that woman—her eyes opened up another realm of evil lurking behind that fake green of her eyes.
Something had stirred, moved, writhed behind the green that made Katty cringe even now as she stood inside Noell’s house.
Mom had stood there, rooted to the spot, like she ex
