ng driveway. She stopped just short

s slapped loudly against the pavement. "Stop right the

tely. "You put your hands on your sister! You made

ate. She turned her head slowly. She did not speak.

exertion. Her face was flushed bright

pointed a manicured finger inches

r. Her eyes were cold and unblinking. Sh

s not loud, but each word landed like a stone dropped into still water. "Living

fell open in shock at the

suring her laptop was secure against her back. The movement wa

r eyes narrowed in sudden suspicion. "What's in the bag? You stole

hilling expression made Br

ift very soon," Chloe promised. He

ag. Now." She lunged forward. Her manicured hands grasped aggressively for the

cise, and highly practiced. It was the reflex of someone who had sp

rms windmilled uselessly in the empty air. Her right foot caught on the edge of a raised cobbl

st into the rough surf

head made brutal contact with the rock. The sound was wet and

at the shoulder. Her carefully styled hair unraveled into a tangled mess. A red, angry scrape appeared on Brenda's forehead

e must have been watching from the kitchen window. He

frantically if she was okay, his hands hovering

e glared up at Chloe with pure hatred. "This is your fault! Y

nce. It was the expression of someone watching an insect buzz agains

Chloe said flatly. It was no

Brenda by the stone pillar. She looked