Chapter 207

• (Stephen Harlow's Point of View)
• Vanessa plummeted with a ghastly shriek. The pain was immediate and excruciating. She tried to stand, but her legs were useless. Myself, the driver, and Aunt Edith gazed down at her from the second floor, our eyes totally lacking in sympathy.
• I finally descended downstairs, the heavy iron stick clutched in my hand. She was crying out on the floor. I lifted the stick and hit her face over and over.