Chapter One Hundred and Twenty One

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE

I stare at her stunned.

Samantha’s laugh is dark, “I don’t know what her whole plan was but it never came to fruition. My father and brother woke up. They tried to save me and were killed in the struggle. The house caught fire in the meantime and, well,” She glances at me. “There’s no end to evil in a person’s soul, not when it wants to getting something they want.”

“I’m sorry,” I murmur, hearing the sliver of pain in her voice at the mention of her family.

“Yes, well,” She smiles, tightly. “It is what it is. If you think it gets better, it doesn't. While I was grieving, Livie spread a rumor that I had been trying to escape with my lover and my father and brother caught him and he killed them. The townspeople just needed a reason to gossip and they ate up her stories.”

My heart aches for her as I see her tearing apart the bun into smaller pieces, her hands tight, her expression rigid with an agony only she can understand.