Chapter 87
- As I told Dad that Simmy had poisoned me, he didn't believe me. Instead, he accused me of poisoning myself to get his attention. I fell silent, staring at him in disbelief.
- "And now you're not speaking?" he asked angrily. His lips tightened, fists clenched.
- I laughed bitterly. "You know what? Even a dog makes more sense to talk to, Dad."