Chapter 107

Sienna

"But Cora wasn't weak," he said, almost conversationally.

"She was healthy. Strong. She wouldn't have gone into labor early on her own. But your precious Genevieve made sure she did. She put it right in her tea, in her seat, smiling while Cora drank it."

My breath caught in my throat. The basement felt smaller suddenly, the walls pressing in from all sides. I could hear my heartbeat