Raising a Snake? Not Again
This wasn't her.
Unease crawled up my spine.
The woman patted Lily's hand, beaming. "Good, good. You're just like a daughter to me. If Peter ever gives you trouble, I'll make sure he behaves."
Peter strolled out, his voice light, playful. "Mom, who's really your kid here?"
I froze.
The woman... looked just like Peter.
A chill shot through me.
***
That day, I snapped. I screamed, demanded answers.
Stuart rushed over—but instead of explaining, he shielded the woman behind him, his eyes cold with disgust.