Silas slammed his palm down on the table, and the impact made the dishes rattle while his eyes gleamed with near-manic excitement.
He said, "Exactly. The moment Nina came back, she started turning the place upside down for her old trinkets and clawing for proof that she had ever mattered, which forced us to hide Sussie's things here."
His fingers drummed against the wood as a sinister smirk spread across his face, and he added, "Let us torch her precious crap and burn it all to hell while she is still in the hospital."
He asked, "Who knows? Maybe the rage will shatter her soul for good."
Ruth hesitated, and her voice came out as barely a whisper when she spoke.
She said, "That is going too far. Nina might not be as sweet or clingy as Sussie, but she is still our blood, eighteen years
