"Bambi?"Margaret said my name in a cold, distant voice, then turned her sharp gaze on my parents and Roger."Yes, that's her," my father said quickly, eager to please. "She's cursed and nearly dragged our whole family down with her. So, we gave her a silly name as a kind of payback."My mother chimed in right away, "That's right! But now that she belongs to you, you can call her whatever you want."Roger, noticing Margaret's expression falling, leaned close to Tyler and whispered, "Hey, can we leave now? Let's just sign the papers and grab the money."Tyler motioned for him to shut up, then asked Margaret carefully, "Mrs. Fuller, should I go ahead and send this girl to the winery?"Margaret didn't answer him. Instead, she reached down and helped me to my feet. Her hands trembled as she ripped the tape off my mouth.The scab on my swollen, torn lips ripped open again, and blood dripped down, splattering onto her high heels.Tyler's face darkened. He shoved me aside and dropped
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