Chloe
Slam!
Something struck the side of my head, hard. My vision blurred as I staggered back, a sharp pain spreading through my skull. The sound of shattering glass rang in my ears as the vase crashed to the floor, breaking into a hundred jagged pieces.
I barely registered the warm, wet sensation trickling down my forehead until I saw it—drops of red splattering against the cold tiles. Blood.
I blinked, my head throbbing, before slowly looking down at the growing crimson stain on the floor.
“Woah, Mom,” a voice drawled lazily. “Your aim is better than before. I almost didn’t see it with how fast that throw was. Your personal trainer is really good.”
I slowly lifted my gaze, my pulse pounding in my ears.
Sitting comfortably on the couch, completely unfazed, were two women.
My mothe
