I said, realizing the bridge wasn’t just burned—it was nuked. “I’m finishing it.”
I hung up. I didn’t scream or throw the phone. I calmly opened my contacts and blocked them. All of them. My mother, father, Ivonne, Philip, Mallerie. One by one I tapped the screen, sealing the tomb they’d built for me.
I returned to the table where Daisy stared at her continue reading …
