Annette had taken so much from her. She had wanted to like her new mother, but from the start, only poisoned apples had fallen from that tree, and Veronica knew better than to take a bite.
Two hours later, Veronica put her home back to rights. Annette had done a masterful job of turning their slightly chaotic home into a home that looked like it belonged in a catalog. All the family photos had been shoved into a black trash bag and pushed into a closet, which pretty much summed up Annette’s view of her family.
Veronica had retrieved the sack and put the photos back one by one on the walls and the dresser. Lyra was with Michelle for the next few hours, which gave Veronica time to shower and do her hair and makeup. She couldn’t do much with what she had on hand, but she looked a little bet
