Hazel's POV
She smiled knowingly. "Oh, right, didn't Bryce use to give you cards like that too?"
But she already knew the answer. Every word she uttered was ugly.
I looked at her without revealing any expression, my gaze sweeping over the shopping bags in her hands once.
"If you like it, then buy more," I said evenly. "Clear out the whole store, if you want. It's not every day you get to be this extravagant."
The words had barely left my mouth when Layla lunged forward and shoved me.
"You evil woman!" she screamed. "Uncle Bryce's money is all for my mommy now! I can’t wait for you old witch to get kicked out of the house!"
I staggered back half a step, looking at the vicious little face in front of me, the hatred on it so plain that it almost didn't seem real on a child. Anger surge
