For once, Wendy, you are going to listen to me.”

Chapter 13 — Pack a Bag

“You are going to pack a bag,” I said, and my voice was entirely without heat now, which frightened her more than any shouting could have.

“And you are going to leave this house tonight.”

“You can’t kick me out of my own home!” she shrieked, and the last of her composure shattered completely into raw, frantic panic.

“I am their mother!