For a fleeting moment she’s glad for her mother’s tantrum. Not for the pain but the look into her life, even if Kris can’t actually see her.
That’s what he said, didn’t he? The way he asked for her even though she was there…hiding.
The smallest whimper escaped her. The thought of Jason came to mind. What did he do?
“I know it was you,” her mother snarled into her ear, then shook the fist full of Renee’s hair.
Follicles burst here and there. In clumps, some not, but all still painful. Each pluck shattered her attention. All the while, Renee’s mother threatened her. Or at least that’s the tone.
Her tone, Renee shuttered. Her tone was deceitful and merciless.
It solidified Renee as the villain in her family’s life, no matter the cause.
“Renee, please!” Kris’ voice barely crested o
