As we drive to Dominic's house, I mentally prepare myself to see Katherine. I've come up with all kinds of good comebacks if she tries to insult me or tell me I can't see Lilly. When we get there, we walk up to the front door, and just as Dominic's about to open it, Katherine does. She's wearing a long, black coat, her purse hung over her shoulder and a set of keys in her hand.
"Oh, goody, Daniel," she says, keeping her eyes on me. "Look who's back. Your little charity case." She darts past me, purposely bumping my shoulder as she goes by.
Wow. She's not even trying to hide it now. At least before, she tried to fake being nice to me.
"What the hell, Katherine?" Dominic reaches for her arm, but she's too quick. She's already in the circular driveway headed to her silver Mercedes. The rai
