nt tire with a pathetic thud that did nothing but hurt his own foot. He limped around, clutching it, his face a ma

wrapped in a ridiculously thin but fashionable coat. Isabella. So she wasn't at a party after

houting. I couldn't hear the words, but her body language was clear. She pointed at the baby in the

.. what? Not being rich enough yet to solve this? Not having a backup plan? Their perfect, united front, so

as a performance I knew all too well. In my past life, Chloe had perfected the same act. Whenever she was caught doing something wrong, whenever

ted her, she didn't apologize. She burst into tears, wailing about how all her friends had nice things and how I was so unfair, how

lations. The apple didn't fall far from the tree. The genes she was so proud

and tried to comfort her. But then Chloe started crying again from inside the car, a loud,

tood there, arguing and crying in the snow next to a dead car and a neglected baby, I felt no pity. Only a grim, satisfying sense of justice. They were finally stewing in the mess they had made, and it was a beautiful sigh