A bitter laugh escaped Kelly’s throat. The barbs were the exact ones Nat used to lob at her, and it was clearer than ever where they’d originated from. Except her ex-girlfriend had twisted them up with the occasional fond gesture, the occasional compliment, the occasional sweet kiss. And Kelly had grown so starved for love that she’d swallowed those drops as if they’d make up for going parched for far too long. Fuck this entire family.
