90-DAYS WET
He didn't even look at her face, just shoved an empty plate toward her chest.
"About time you got back. I’m starving, Jess. Go flip some burgers or make me a sandwich. All this booze is hitting me hard."
Jessie froze. She looked at the plate, then up at her brother's glazed, entitled expression.
Something inside her..the quiet, invisible "Jane Doe" who had played servant for years…finally snapped.
"You know what, Joey?" Her voice wasn't a whisper. It was a razor-sharp crack that cut through the bass of the music. "Make it your-fucking-self. Or better yet, go ask one of your pathetic, desperate bitches to do it for you."
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