My mother threw scalding soup in my face for saying no to her stepdaughter. “Give her all your things — or get out!”

”

Her mother whispered weakly, “Assault?”

Marcus tapped the medical report.

“The burns were professionally documented.”

Then Nora stepped into the doorway.

“Hello, Violet.”

Both women turned sharply.

Nora stood tall despite the fading burns across her cheek.

Her mother rushed forward immediately.

“Nora, sweetheart—”

“Don’t.”

The single word stopped her cold.

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