"Remember to apply the medicine."
It was Charles's handwriting.
I stiffened.
This was an old habit between us.
When we were kids, every time he made me angry, he would apologize by giving me something I liked.
After choking me yesterday, this medicine kit was his peace offering.
But by now, that apology meant nothing at all.
Leaving the kit untouched, I headed downstairs.
Freya suddenly came running up behind me.
"Leaving already, Ava?" Her voice oozed fake sweetness.
I turned to face her.
She approached with a triumphant smirk. "Prison's no five-star hotel, Ava. Once you go in, don't expect to come back for a decade."
Leaning close, she whispered, "Who knows? Maybe you'll be reunited with your short-lived mother soon."
My mind buzzed. Blood rushed to my head.
"Freya! Repeat
