47“Anyone would’ve done what I’ve done,” Annabelle said, pressing her face to the glass window. She looked down at the girls in tiny boxes. Their skin pressed to the glass like congealed pork fat on a pan. “You haven’t gone through what I’ve gone through. Men have beaten me. They’ve punched me. They’ve killed me inside. I’m a victim of the patriarchy.”
“You can be a victim and also an abusive b***h,” Cecil said. He took the knife off the table, and Annabelle’s eyes drifted down to it. “Awful things have happened to Ava Germaine. You don’t see her killing people.”
“Funny you should say that,” Annabelle said. She twisted her Dial, and suddenly a video of Ava appeared.
The guard in front of her held Figaro by his tail. A girl curled up at his feet. She wore a tattered sequin dress by Chane
