CELINE’s POV

‘‘Brylee!’’ By holding her arm, my mother prevented her from slapping me again, but when she did, Brylee jerked her hand away and aggressively pointed her finger at my mother.

‘‘Don't put your hands on me, you senile old hag!’’ she pushed mom’s petite and weak body, and I was able to react quickly enough to catch her before she hit the ground. ‘‘You made a commitment to dad that you would move out of the city, right? What are you still doing ...