*
For a few seconds, Sierra didn’t understand what her mother had said. It was hard to understand anything as she was talking through gritted teeth, her scowl never wavering from Shiela.
“I’m sorry, what?” she asked.
“You heard me,” her mother replied. “We’re leaving.”
“But why?” she asked.
Eva turned her gaze sharply towards her, and she looked at Sierra like she had absolutely lost her mind.
“Why?” she shrieked. “You ask me that? While you’ve been here, living under the same roof as a murder and a miserable old hag?”
“That’s a bit rich coming from you, Eva,” Sheila spoke up, her own gaze hardening.
“And what is that supposed to mean?” Eva asked, flaring up.
“Exactly what I said, Eva,” she replied. “If anyone knows anything about being pathetic, then it will be you. All you’
