Scarlett

“What are you talking about, Mother?” The words tore from my throat, raw and untamed.

I couldn’t contain the rage that had festered inside me for years—didn’t want to contain it anymore. “Why? Why are these people suddenly so precious to you? The same people who stood by while I was treated like dirt beneath their feet?”

“Scarlett,” she pleaded, reaching for me with trembling hands.

“No!” I snarled, my voice dropping to something evil ...