ough wooden planks of the wall, right next to Coretta's ear. She l

nto Coretta's, stripping away the layers of fake

idn't threaten. She spoke in a whisper so s

pir

in the space

ses almost vanished. The blood drained from her face

neon green dress slipped from her g

ghost that had crawled out of hell. Behind her, Iris took a hesitant step forward. "Miss Coretta...?" the maid whispered, her voice

her voice a pathetic squeak.

ore seconds, letting the terror

took a large step backward, instant

om Ginny's face. She tilted her head

a little pale, sister. Like you have a headac

sweat broke out across her forehead. Her hea

pi

ng into Anjanette's daily vitamin capsules. It was a severe trigger for Anjanette's

alls of the attic felt like the

doorframe with a yelp. Coretta bolted for the door. Her designer heels clattered wildly against the wooden floo

tening to the frantic, ungraceful footstep

he bent down, picked up the dress with two fingers, and walked ov

pushed it shut, and slid the rusty iron

lavishly decorated bedroom. She slammed the heavy d

chest heaving. She threw herself into the

e bottom drawer. She punched a four-digit code

ewelry boxes and pulled out a sma

dented. She pushed herself out of the chair

of the bottle and dumped the contents into the bowl

the silver f

marble sink, watching the water swirl. She didn't look aw

and looked at her reflect

er makeup was smudged.

y manicured nails dug into her palms. The fear in her

didn't know ho

be allowed to stay. She had to be destroyed. Tomorrow night, at t