And yet now, for Sherree’s sake, he had rammed my car, stopped me from going to court, and threatened my brother’s life—without a shred of shame.
Tears stung my eyes, spilling over with the heat of my rage. “Payton, you ungrateful, treacherous coward!”
He only sighed, taking my hand as if to calm me. “Delane, I love you. I respect your brother. But Sherree… She’s the only family I have left.”
He tried to reassure me. “She’s been locked up for days now. She knows she was wrong. This time, it’s real—she won’t do it again.”
Real?
I didn’t believe a word.
It would be the same as always—barely a slap on the wrist.
I thought of all the times over the years Sherree had tried to destroy my life.
She had threatened to take her own life to make Payton cancel our dates.
When I was pregnant, she rammed my belly, trying to make me miscarry.
The day I went into labor, she locked herself in a bathtub and slit her wrists, forcing him to leave me at the hospital…
Every time, Payton’s excuse was the same.
“Sherree is just immature. She has no parents. I’m the only family she has left, so she acts a little too far. I’ll teach her properly.”