Hannah's POV
I sat there in my wheelchair, mute, twisting the hem of my sleeve between my fingers, not knowing what to say in my own defense.
"Tell me, who gave you the right to feed the maids? Did they even tell you they were hungry?" she asked again, her voice sharp enough to cut glass.
"I was just being nice... I couldn't eat it all," I replied softly, hating how small my own voice sounded.
"And not just that — you decide to bring your little friend along as well. There goes the old saying: birds of the same feather flock together. Who knows what talents this one is hiding." She turned her gaze toward Vanessa, looking her up and down like she was inspecting merchandise. "Maybe she's a thief."
"Look, lady—" Vanessa started, rising halfway out of her seat, but I grabbed her hand unde
