His words would hurt more if he didn’t repeat them five times a day. I’ve now grown accustomed to his harsh words and even harsher treatment, like it was nothing.
I was ready to walk away, tired and just ready to let things go, when she appeared from the opposite side of the hallway.
For where Konstantin was, she followed.
Much like her father, the smell of money turns her on.
“His life is sad enough.” Cora cuts in, ever present wherever Konstantin was. She stuck to him like glue, desperate for his attention. Exactly like Konstantin, my cousin is dressed as though she’s ready for a grand party, her chin always up and her eyes always sharp. “I mean who would live in an old supply closet? Does your mommy not want you home?”
Always the mother.
Cora and Konstantin loved to hit where t
