Wednesday morning and she was still stuck in this hellhole. If it wasn’t her doctor (ugh, she had a doctor. How low could she sink in this fucking place?) making sure she didn’t leave, it was Asher watching her like a stuffed hawk, twitching half out his chair every time she moved a muscle. Even glaring at him - constantly - hadn’t shifted his ass
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"No grapes?" She'd prefer something sweeter but it was Stephen. Apparently even a hello was too much for him.
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Oh. Great.
"What? Huh? Grapes? Why?"
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"No need," Danica forced out through gritted teeth, gaze purposefully turned away from mother and daughter. "I'll do the honors myself. Even throw in the kid for free." And then stuff them in bags, add a few rocks, and watch them sink into oblivion. "Now fuck off."
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