Jane's POV
My stepmother Rachel smiled in a way that looked warm but felt cold like the glass in my hand. This party which was supposed to be about her helping others felt more like a carefully planned fight.
I was here to act like the kind daughter who had made peace. But deep down I wasn’t here for peace. I needed answers. I needed the truth.
My stepsister Mae saw me from across the room. Her smile looked fake and her eyes gave away her true feelings. She moved slowly and carefully like a hunter going after its prey.
“Jane.” she said sweetly with her voice soft but sharp. “What a surprise. Are you okay?”
“Mae.” I answered while matching her calm voice. “I'm fine. How about you?”
“Oh doing great.” she said while smiling a little more. “Zack’s not happy of course after what happened
