"What?" Roland was so angry he almost wanted to strangle her.
"You clearly don't know anything, but you're so confident in your assumptions."
"What don't I know?"
"Did you see how the Earhart family raised me? Are you even sure the Earhart family raised me? I've told you a million times before, to them, I'm no better than a dog in their backyard. They did not raise me, my mother raised me."
Roland looked at her in surprise.
She clenched her fists, her entire body trembling in suppressed anger.
"What do you think about that room you saw in the backyard earlier?" she asked him.
"That shed?"
"Yes, that dinky, windowless shed. I grew up there. I lived there with my mother. If the Earhart family were as kind as you think they are, why would they leave us there? We sweltered in the sum
