“You’ll like her.” She hops off the desk. “Follow me.” On the third floor, she chuckles and turns to me. “Remember when we had Rachel join us? Well, she’s even prettier. And more adventurous.” I might just shoot myself in the head right now. The gun is burning into my back, begging to be used. But if I kill her or myself, my entire family will be obliterated – Bernadette’s annoying tripwire if I ever turn on them.
