Chapter 16 My Enemy's Enemy

• I watched Roselyn, her face contorted in a mix of anger and wounded pride. Her voice, sharp as a shard of glass, cut through the hushed silence of the funeral home. “Don’t you dare start with me, bitch. You'll regret it” She threatened, and I knew she meant every word.
• I was awestruck by the scene. Mr. Hunt had spent the past year trying to rebuild a semblance of peace with his daughter. And here, at his funeral, Samantha was choosing this moment to unleash her venomous barbs.
• “Roselyn, please,” I chimed in, my voice laced with tension. “This isn’t the time or place.”