Naomi sobbed. “I was just trying to console her. I know how hard life in prison must have been for her, but instead, she hit me, and then she did this to my room and pushed me over the glass!”
“Oh you freaking liar-” I didn’t even get to finish my sentence before Isaac slapped me.
“You would think spending all that time in prison would teach you, but I can see that you’re just as evil as you’ve always been. I don’t even know who you are anymore.”
Tears stung my eyes, but the last thing I wanted was to give them the satisfaction of watching me cry.
“What happened to my daughter’s things?” I asked.
“We threw them out. It’s not like they were needed anymore.”
Something inside me snapped. “I was gone for 8 months! You gave her my life. You took everything from me and gave it to her.”
His face hardened. “You brought this on yourself. Stop trying to blame others for your sins. You better clean this up, or I swear, Cassandra, you won’t like what I’ll do to you.”
When he was done raining insults at me, he and Julian helped Naomi out of the room, carrying her like a fragile little princess.
My heart ached, but my resolve was sharper than ever.