Panic flooded through me. “Wait! I want to know more about your experiment!” Jocelyn tossed her head back with a laugh. “Oh, honey, it’s adorable you think I’m going to stand here and spill my life story in a clichéd villainesque soliloquy. This isn’t fiction, sweetheart. The big bad doesn’t need to justify their choices to help you sleep better at night. Sometimes sad things happen, and we don’t get closure.”
