Chapter 69 Sixty Nine
- ABIGEAL
- I TIGHTENED my grip on my fork for the umpteenth time and let myself relish the thought of stabbing Heather Green to death with it. As her high laugh floated to my ears again, I imagined her blood splashed across my face and the look of shock that would be evident in her eyes just before they film over in death.
- Why such violent thoughts, you may ask?