Kelly
Had they been drinking before they came here? Was that it? Was this some twisted hangover fantasy where they’d mistaken me for Tetra, their precious, perfect daughter who could do no wrong?
Theodore took a step forward, his tone dripping with contempt. “Where else would you get the guts to bite the hand that feeds you? Have you ever worked a day in your life? Do you know suffering?”
The words broke something inside me. I felt it— the sharp, invisible c***k somewhere deep in my chest. My laugh came out hollow, painful, my voice trembling with a bitterness so deep it almost scared me.
“Are you really asking me that?” I demanded, every syllable raw. “I’ve had to work hard for every single f*****g thing I ever had. The woman I thought was my mother never failed to remind me daily tha
