Aunt Florence left without another word. When the door closed shut behind her, Grace and I stared at each other with blank eyes and tear stained faces. I recognized the numb feeling in her. She seemed to silently say ‘I’m tired, the fight has gone out of me, and I feel there isn’t hope left for any of us.’
But my mind had already begun to formulate a plan of action. If this is where it all goes down, then I’ll make sure Pandora and the betraying b***h goes down with me, not us.
“Listen to me.” I addressed Grace sternly.
I no longer cared that there was space for grieving still left in our hearts. The tears and the tantrums can come afterwards, once we’ve escaped with our lives. But now the only thing that could dilute the tumultuous emotions we felt was revenge. And I had the perfect pl
