Who Is Her Victim
The wooden door rattled violently, shaking so hard it felt as if the whole house was trembling with it.
“Lana Wright, get out here! If you don’t, I’ll break this door down!”
Why should she get to kill someone and act like nothing happened?
Even if the baby who died today wasn’t mine, I was still going to get justice for them.
When she saw how hard I was smashing the door, Lana shouted from inside, “Stop! If you keep hitting it, I’ll jump!”
I was panting from the effort. I turned, rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a chef’s knife, and hacked it into the door.
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