"Are you ready to make the call?" I eyed Denise who was trying way too hard to control her anger. Her eyes filled with resentment glared. "Do I have a choice?" Her tone was coldly spiteful.

But I could care less. I stepped further into the room. "Yes, you do. I mean, assuming you want to spend the rest of your life in prison with your would-have-been stepmother."

"I don't even know the hell who that woman is but I'm sure she's a better bitch than you are." I knew she was trying to rile me up. ...