John didn’t give her girls. He gave Phoebe three boys, each the spitting image of him. On the outside, there wasn’t a hint of Phoebe on a single one of them. But she’d made her mark on the inside. They were headstrong, stubborn to a fault, and had little regard for consequences. And most days, Phoebe couldn’t imagine her life any other way. But not today. Today, she was deciding which one of those little monsters she was going to murder first.
