Madam Hale covered her face, her expression a mixture of disbelief and indignation. "You slapped me?"

Yvonne’s cold laugh sliced through the air as she spoke, her voice sharp and unyielding. "Why shouldn’t I? You toss around words like 'real sisters' as if they mean something. Who decided they were sisters? If you’re so fond of that wretched woman, why don’t you have your son marry her? Why don’t you give her one of your kidneys? What gives you the right to treat my ...