Teresa

“I know who you are,” I said with a frown on my face. “And I know everything you think you’re keeping under wraps.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and she leaned back in the desk chair, rocking it softly. “You think you know something? Give me a break. You’re only a child.”

“And yet, you didn’t see a need to pity the mother of that child,” I snapped. “But you assumed possessing her body was a smart move.”

Something flickered in her gaze, then she ...