Chapter 70 Seventy
- Carolina
- My mother is quiet for a moment, but it's a dangerous kind of quiet, the calm before the storm. I can see the anger building in the paleness of her face, the way the tops of her cheeks redden. I brace myself for the onslaught.
- And, like a hurricane, she explodes. "Fuck you, Carolina! You little brat! I gave birth to you! You're my child!"