Thicker Than Water
Sixteen Years Later Syracuse, NY
Mascara tears were so far beneath her that she could barely believe they would dare skim down her face. She speedyanked a half-dozen tissues from the hotel-issue dispenser and wiped the trespassers off. Then she cranked on the cold water, splashed her face and went still, staring at her reflection as the water dripped from her chin.
What would Dawn think of her if she saw her mom like this? Was this the way she was raising her daughter to be? Weak? Compliant? Afraid?
No. "I'm not paying the scrawny little bastard anymore," she whispered to her reflection. She stood a little straighter, lifted her chin a little higher. "No more. It's over. One way or another, it's finished."
She opened her purse and yanked out a compact. She wouldn't give the bastard the satisfaction of knowing he'd made her cry. No one made her cry. Hell, she was the one who was known for making other people weep. On the air, in front of the entire city. This idiot had jerked her around long enough. The fact that he'd dared to even try — the fact that she had let him get away with it, even for a little while &md ... read full excerpt from: Thicker Than Water ebook
