Megan, sprawled on the floor, stared at me in disbelief. In her memory, I was still that silent, compliant sister-in-law.
“Emily Harris! How dare you hit me! I don’t care—if you don’t give me the money, I’ll take you to court!”
Was she out of her mind? She could try suing me if she had the guts.
“I don’t care! I already sold the house! Now my family has nowhere to live! Who could’ve known it would drop this much? Did you do it on purpose? Were you just waiting for me to lose money?”
She screamed hysterically.
Selling at the lowest point in the market? And it was a necessary home, too. I wanted to rip her head open and see what was inside—she’d end up destroying herself sooner or later.
I was furious and didn’t want to hear any more of her stupidity. I tried to close the door, but she jammed her leg in the doorway, refusing to let me shut it.
“Help! Somebody help! She’s going to kill me!”
She shouted like a madwoman, waking up the entire apartment complex. My face darkened. What the hell was she trying to do?
Within minutes, people were crowding outside my door.