Naomi's POV
The beams of the headlights cut through the fog as I drove alone to Saint Gideon's Retreat.
The name sounded peaceful on the GPS screen. Tranquil, but feels like a big danger is ahead.
My fists clenched the wheel like it might vanish if I blinked. More and more, every mile that passed carried me further away from safety—and toward the sister that I hadn't asked for and the kid that I could not bear to lose, she was my life, my everything.
Rachel was a parasitic type of personality. She lived on attention, praise, and affection. If it was in my possession, she wanted it. If I lost it, she wore my grief like badges of honor.
But this, this k********g?
This was different though.
This was war, she had come too far with this, she has hurt the feelings of a mother this time.
