Chapter 117

  GIANNA LYON (First Person POV)

  I heard her voice float back to me, crisp and laced with unfiltered venom..

  "…and tomorrow, I'll cry. Oh, the perfect image, a grieving mother, losing her daughter and grandchild all at once." She laughed. "Tragic sells, doesn't it?"

  My blood ran cold. I didn't...

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