#Chapter 83: The Slap

Tessa

The slap was so loud it was like a gunshot through the quiet house.

My stepmother staggered backwards, cupping her hand against her face. She stumbled back against the foyer table so hard that it sent the vase on top toppling over, glass, water, and flowers shattering across the marble floors.

“You little…” She quickly recovered, shaking her head. When she pulled her hand away, her face was