Rebecca froze, startled by the sudden chill radiating from Cassandra's expression.
Her gaze was sharp, the kind only someone who had witnessed life and death could possess. Rebecca's resolve faltered, a shiver of unease creeping through her.
This girl, usually lounging around without a care in the world, transformed into something terrifying when provoked.
But so what? Rebecca was still her aunt. With Cassandra's parents gone, wasn't it her right to discipline her?
"Cassandra! How dare you speak to me like that? I'm your aunt! Show some respect!"
Cassandra stepped forward, her eyes piercing. "Aunt? Where were you when my mom and I were at rock bottom? When she begged my uncle for help, where were you? When we couldn't afford food, you claimed we weren't even family. But now
