EVELYN
Today was the D-day.
Today, I would save that old hag’s life, and she would forever be indebted to me.
Gripping the bottle Mom had given me tighter, I entered Elizabeth’s hospital room. I saw her instantly. She looked smaller than I remembered, worse than I last saw.
She saw me too, and her wrinkly, line-stretched face stretched into a smile.
After what I’d done to her the last time, she still smiled at me. Was this b***h not pathetic enough? I’d kicked her stomach for crying out loud. I’d insulted and cursed her. In fact, today I’d braced myself for a weak retort when she saw me. And I’d already told myself that I wouldn’t reply. Instead, I would find a way to get her to drink the potion, and when she got well, she would be the one begging for forgiveness and apologizing to
