Then Christina turned and struck her own son across the face and screamed that all of it was his fault for marrying me — and the handful of relatives who’d come to help them move were out the door before anyone could take their names.

Everyone had wanted to be family when it meant insulting me online.

None of them wanted to be family when the police were on their way.

Chapter 17 — The Bread

Before the new owners took the penthouse, I went back to the empty apartment one last time.

I didn’t want the furniture or the art.