[CAMI]The portrait hangs on the wall of the piano room, where the light hits it just right, softening everything sharp about her. My mother. Perfect curls. A dress she would’ve sold a kidney to buy. Makeup done so well it almost makes me angry. And a tiny mole above her lip, one I don’t remember ever seeing in real life. She looks… composed—like a woman who had her life together. Not the woman who forgot bills, forgot meals, forgot me—except when she needed company.I sigh.Behind me, Marco crosses his arms. “I knew you’d ask to see it again.”I glare at him. “That just tells me you don’t listen to my orders.”When we came back from Vance’s house, I told Marco to burn the painting. Or throw it out in the trash. I’d been too shaken after seeing Jake’s grave to decide better. But Marco, being Marco, had kept it—carefully wrapped—and now it hangs here like it’s always been part of the house. It’s creepy as fuck. “Who are you to order me?” he asks, raising a brow.“The queen,” I reply
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