silence. Giovanna stood motionless, letting the downpour soak he
cision. She opened the voice memo app and pressed r
through. "Still here? Do you want me to call
apped in a plush robe and holding a large golf umbrella, stormed ou
sneered, her face twisted with malicious glee
nose at the drenched figure before her. "I am giving you one last
und of the rain, quiet but carrying an impossible w
ou're still part of this family?" she shrieked, her voice cr
frustration, Danielle hu
ered onto the wet driveway, splashing mu
landed on a heavy, decorative terracotta planter filled w
or a grip. Quinn didn't move to stop her. Sh
avy pot. "Get out of my house!" She put all her weight into
ked precariously. But the intent was c
contorted by hate, and the last
er face, making her look pale and spectral in the stor
old and hard as diamond, "including this
snapped toward the phone, their eyes w
ile, and slipped the phone back into her small eve
right," she said, the words falling l
iovanna Brooks, am initi
y dissolve any and all legal ties of adopt
face wen
e lethal. "Second, I will be retaining a forensic accounting team to audit e
dress, every meal. We will put a
you back. Every last
ill exist between us is a legal do
ore violent than any thrown object. It left Quinn and Danielle ut
ber that had been waiting patiently by the curb, pulled open the door, and
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