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“What?” Tyson asks, his voice soft, and I feel the need for a stiff drink clawing at my insides. Mumbling about needing it, I slip away to get myself a glass. I return with my glass and pour for myself before sitting back down with my legs crossed, my gaze locking on Tyson. I can sense the heaviness in the room, the tension building like an approaching storm. But he asked for it.
“Julie Mosher and Shirley Mosher,” I start, the words hanging heavily in the air. “They don’t just dislike each other, Tyson. They despise one another. Shirley’s got this burning hatred for Julie because of the hell she’s put her through. And Julie? Well, she hates Shirley just as much, but for a different reason. She’s seething with jealousy because she knows that Shirley’s the bette
