“What’s wrong honey?” Her voice sounded too sweet for my ears, her words crawling out of her mouth like thorns I only noticed, feeling them cutting through my flesh while she beamed like a rose. With every word she spoke, I could feel them pricking my skin to the point of madness while Melissa grinned angelically, conveying a placidity only I knew was a lie. “I made that ice cream cake myself. Made with love.”
No, you didn’t, I thought, eyes throwing daggers at the ice cake she knew I loathed. The soggy texture lined my tongue with just the sight of it, making me wince and coil in my seat. Katherine did. Blinking at the thought, I stopped myself from turning to see the camera rolling. The haze of my thoughts pushed me out of Lilah, the image of a grinning older woman in a uniform shroudi
