Chapter 6
Willow's question hung in the air like poison gas.
And it worked. Of course it worked.
"Blair." Mrs. Calloway turned on me. "I've treated you like my own daughter since you were five. You sat in my kitchen every Sunday."
Mrs. Whitmore didn't scream. She didn't need to.
"Ezra tutored you through ...
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