Chapter 4

"Apologize!" Uncle Devin roared.

I looked up, shooting my mom a hateful glare.

"What are you glaring at?" my mom sat up. "Did I waste all those years raising you? My leg's broken, and you bolted faster than a rabbit. Do you still have a conscience?"

I laughed. "You want to talk to me about conscience? Isn't your conscience with your two darlings along with that 1.2 million dollars?"

As I spoke, I glanced at her perfectly fine legs. "You can sit up with a broken leg? Why isn't your leg in a cast, hanging up or something?"

"You still…