I stared at the witch before me, my fists clenched, my nails digging into my palms. There were many things I wanted to say to her. I wanted to curse her very name, damn it all the way to hell, scream at her face to release my father from her poisonous claws, but that would be giving her attention. 

I will jump off a bridge before I give her a crumb of attention. 

So I walked past her, not glancing her way as I headed inside the dining room. Papa followed silently behind me, his good ...