~ SIENNA ~
The words struck me like a double edged blade had been dipped in poison and driven straight through my chest, twisted for good measure. Margo, of all people. She knew more than anyone, the hollow ache I carried from being estranged from my family. And yet, she said it.
My reply was not thoughtful. Or dignified. But it had a purpose. Just one. To make Margo feel something close to the searing pain spreading through my ribs.
“Go to hell and stand in for the devil,” I retorted, my voice surprisingly calm and measured. “You can say Hi to your father while you’re there.”
There was a beat of stunned silence.
“What?”
“You heard me, Margo Darby.”
“Wow. f**k you, Sienna!” she shrieked.
“And f**k you too.”
The line went dead with a sharp, decisive beep. I stared at my phone, fin
