Chapter 60: Uncle
(Faye's POV)
Caroline didn't even blink. She just looked down at my hand gripping her wrist like a cockroach had crawled onto her expensive cashmere coat. The disgust in her eyes was visceral, a cold, physical repulsion that made my skin crawl.
Before I could launch into another accusation, she moved.
She yanked her arm back with a sharp, violent jerk. The force was sudden, catching me off guard. I stumbled backward in my high heels, flailing for a second to keep my balance on the uneven stone path.
"Faye, wake up," she said, her voice dripping with ice. "Or better yet, go find a good psychiatrist. You look like a desperate, brain-dead stalker right now. It's honestly embarrassing to watch."
She stood there, calmly smoothing out the wrinkles I'd made on her sl
