The child. That’s all she was, a little girl. An innocent. Could she be held responsible? Was a child accountable for their actions? Elspeth didn’t give a shit. She hurled the girl through the air. That little bitch. Harriet landed in the fireplace, the old grey wedding dress bursting into flame, the inferno consuming her in seconds. She cried out as her arterial tubes popped and snapped, sprays of blood hissing around the room.
