I don’t have anything else to ask for, but I still feel like I have the upper hand, and I want her to pay. Not suffer, not sacrifice, just pay. I glance around the kitchen. “I want that tomato.” Jenna follows my gaze. “You want that tomato?” “I haven’t been eating enough vegetables, and I don’t have time to go to the store.” “Right.” The corner of her mouth twitches. “It’s yours.”
