Letisha’s POV

Shock at my stepsister’s words overrode the stinging in my cheek. And then anger swiftly followed.

I’d had enough of this bitch.

I lifted my hand to return the favor, but my wrist was ensnared quickly in a tight grip. This was the second time someone had stopped me from slapping Fiona after she’d slapped me first.

This time, it was my father.

It was the first time he acknowledged me since they had approached, and it was to ...