re attempt at reason before this situa

ht possess some sliver of rationality. "I don' t want any trouble. I just wan

s to step forward and sho

ome and start making demands,

at her, shocked. It was one thing to be verbally abusiv

I said, my voice drop

and daddy? They' re on Liam' s side, you know. The

od in front of the hallway. They had me boxed in. The f

, her eyes glittering with malice. "But what good is it? It doesn' t get you a husband. It doesn' t secure the family name

er words was stunning. It was like lis

r, down the short hallway to my bedroom.

a nig

nd family-it was all gone. The walls were painted a nauseating shade of pink. My desk had been replaced with a massive vanity table covere

these walls, had been tossed aside and replaced with their cheap, tastele

e of pure panic

s

t: my passport, my social security card, my birth certificate, and the original, notarized deed to

get to

y, my autonomy. And a cold, hard knot of fear tightened in my gut. They had been in my room. They had been near my safe. The thought that they mig