“Miss Cass—” I turned to find Gracie spinning in her chair to catch me before I went to change clothes. “What do you need?” She worked her lip with her teeth for a moment. “If Daddy ever gets married again and we get an evil stepmother, I hope it’s you.” Well, shit. “I promise to limit poisoning attempts with apples to twice a day,” I said as I hustled back to my room, blinking back tears.
