Chapter One: The Night the Mask Cracked
The pumpkin soup was scalding hot.
It slid off Lena Hart’s eyelashes, dripped down her cheeks, and soaked into the collar of her soft blue dress. She sat motionless in her wheelchair, her hands balled into fists, too terrified to cry. Crying only made Vivian Hart angrier. And when Vivian was angry, things always got worse.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Vivian cooed loudly, her voice dripping with fake concern. “You really should be more careful, Lena.”
