CHAPTER FOURTEEN: WILLIAM
“H
ow much did you hear?”
The house was a deathly kind of quiet after Anna fled, scared from Cynthia’s fake 911 call, and Risha’s voice crackled harshly. No one dared move, and I focused my gaze on Risha as she stared down at the floor where her mother had just stood. Tension thrummed through me, knocking my heart out of rhythm with the recollection of what I’d just witnessed.
“I heard you tell her to spit it out or you’ll call the police… and everything after that.” Any peacefulness of sleep had left me when I heard the front door slamming, but I couldn’t keep the gravel from my voice. I had nearly let Risha physically assault her mother; if that happened, she’d get sued for more than $3,000, though. Before me Risha swayed, as if my words were a physical blow
