Chapter 4

But now?

I pulled out my phone, hit record, and aimed it straight at her.

"Jump," I said.

Bethany froze.

I said, "Go ahead, jump. I'm recording this so the police can see how you threaten your adoptive mom with suicide."

Her lips quivered, and she was too stunned to say anything for ages.

"Not jumping?" I slipped my phone back into my pocket. "Alright, I'm out of here."

I turned around, grabbed all my documents, then headed to the closet and pulled out the cashmere coat I'd worn when I left home. Mom had bought it for me on…