Daddy’s Good Girl
"Anything that will make you act smart and place that recorder already. I'm not asking you to poison him, Zella. It's simple! I just need the recorder to find dirt on him. You think you know Isaiah King? You're deceiving yourself, my dear, trust me."
I stared out the window all through the drive home while playing the audio on my phone over and over through my earpods.
She'll only have me.
When I stepped into the living room, I stopped in my tracks.
What the hell?
Nina was dancing around the living room, in one of my dresses, holding the framed picture of me and Isaiah on our wedding day.
The look of disgust on her face was very weird and unsettling, along with the fact that she was wearing