The moment Grandma made bail, she hit the ground running, plotting her next move against me. She had spent a lifetime getting things done her way. Mom had never once pushed back, and that had made Grandma more stubborn with every passing year.In her mind, Uncle Oliver died because I had refused to donate. By her math, that made me the person who killed her son.If I was the person who killed her son, I deserved the worst she could come up with.Mom did not want to go along with it, but Grandma threatened to end her own life if Mom refused. Hence, Mom caved and sided with Grandma once again.The comments passed all of this along to me in real time.With that kind of warning system, I was not worried. If they came at me again, I would do exactly what I had done in the alley. I would let them walk into the trap, then watch them earn themselves another stint behind bars.While Grandma was consumed with vengeance and Mom was being torn apart between playing the devoted daughter and b
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