Lynn's POV
Charles's face went through a series of expressions—shock, rage, humiliation. His jaw clenched so hard I could hear his teeth grinding. The truth had hit its mark, and he knew it.
He knew I was right. That he was worthless. Pathetic. A failure who could only feel powerful by destroying others.
And he couldn't deny it.
His hand trembled on the knife, knuckles white with the force of his grip. "You—you think you're so smart—"
"I don't think," I said calmly. "I know."
His face flushed darker, but no words came. Because what could he say? Every accusation I'd made was true, and we both knew it.
I turned away from him, looking instead at Amy. My sister stood slightly behind Charles, her earlier smugness completely evaporated. She looked uncertain now. Shaken.
"And you, Amy."
