They Drank My Father’s Champagne and Toasted My Death. They Forgot Whose Daughter I Am
Most people never get it.
I had it, and I spent it, and it saved me.
“Mabel.” Not a question.
He could already hear something in the quality of the line.
“They’re drugging me,” I whispered.
“Flynn.
His father, his mother.
All three of them.
