My mother threw scalding soup in my face for saying no to her stepdaughter. “Give her all your things

not belong to you.”

The smugness finally cracked across Violet’s face.

Then my voice came from the doorway.

“Hello, Violet.”

Both of them turned sharply.

I stood there in a black coat, my cheek still healing beneath fading red marks, my father’s necklace bright against my throat.

My mother stepped toward me immediately. “Nora, sweetheart—”

“Don’t.”

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