Madison ground her teeth and dug her long nails into her palms, vowing to take revenge on Catherine for everything she'd done. "I swear to god she'll regret it," Madison muttered. "She'll pay for everything she's doing to us."

"What are you muttering about?" Melanie snapped. "Come help me with your dad."

Madison turned and looked at her dad. He was sitting in a foldable hospital wheelchair. His face and clothing were wrinkled and rumpled, and his shirt hung strangely on his frame—in just ...