Kayla
Sure enough, Isabella wasted no time in retaliating the next day.
I curled my fingers around the remote to the TV, feeling my blood pressure go up just from watching that interview.
“They even kicked us out of our own home,” Isabella said, dabbing at her eyes with a dainty little handkerchief as she sat across from the interviewer. “They left us with nothing—nothing! After I raised Nicholas despite the fact that he wasn’t my biological son.”
The interviewer said something apologetic, but I hardly heard her. My mind was too busy racing, my heart pounding so hard I could hear the blood rushing through my ears.
Suddenly, warm fingers brushed across mine, pulling the remote from my grip. The TV clicked off, and I looked up to see Ava standing there with a pinched expr
