I rushed home. My legs couldn’t move fast enough.
Liam needed to know—his best friend’s twin brother was a psycho.
I was halfway up the stairs when her voice cut through the air like a slap.
“Stop right there, Scarlette.”
My feet froze on the third step.
“Yes, Mother,” I said, turning around slowly. I walked down to meet her.
“Is there a problem?” I asked, trying to keep calm.
“With you around, there’s always a problem,” she said, voice sharp and heavy with disgust. “And as long as you’re still in this house, those problems will never go away.”
“I don’t understand, Mother.” I feigned ignorance, though I knew exactly where this was heading.
“What’s not to understand? I hate you. I hate seeing you in this house.”
I clenched my fists. “If I wasn’t staying here, where else would I go
