If I did respond, he’d tell me to come home.
I sent a quick text.
Studying late at Olivia’s.
His reply was immediate.
Deanna’s making her famous pot roast. Come home for dinner.
Then my phone buzzed again.
A message from Deanna.
Don’t disappoint your father. Family dinner is important. I made it specially for you.
Looking at her words, a chill ran down my spine.
For the first time, I let myself fully acknowledge what I’d known deep down for months.
My stepmom was trying to kill me.
And my dad was too blind to see it.
“We’ll have the results soon,” Marisol said, patting my hand. “Try to rest.”
But rest was impossible.
All I could do was wait.
And wonder.
What would the blood test reveal?
And more importantly, what would I do when it did?
The hospital waiting room felt like it was closing in on me.
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