“Mamma was so calm. I didn’t understand she was dying, not until she was dead. My aunt murdered her and committed so many atrocities I don’t even know where to begin, but I will not rest while one of those bitches walks free.” “Truth,” Quinn said. “All of it.” “Amen, sister,” Carla told her. Melody smiled, although she didn’t feel like it. Her aunt might have been making an army, but so was Melody, and hers was so much better.
