Just as Bree’s thumb was about to press the call button, Nary spoke, her voice a low, ominous whisper. “Go on, call them,” she said. “When they come, I’ll tell them about your involvement in his death.”Bree froze, her eyes wide with horror. Slowly, she lowered the phone, her hand shaking. “Wh…what?”“Oh dear. Seems like you forgot already. Like I said, I always come prepared. I’m always prepared for anything I’m doing. If you call the cops and they come here like good servants of the government, I’ll tell them you killed him.”“You are not going to do that,” Bree said, her voice quivering. She trembled in fear, memories of years ago came flooding back to her in a torrent of images and emotions. She had tried so hard to forget, to bury it all in a grave. She could swear that she had forgotten about that incident and had only remembered it because Nary mentioned. This mother of hers would stop at nothing to make her miserable over and over again. Nary smiled, a cruel twisted smile
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