“Do you even hear yourself? Are you out of your mind?” Isabelle bellowed.
“Yeah, maybe I am. For some reason, Crystal always ends up using the people I love to hurt me. You're my mother, for Pete's sake, and even you treats me like this?” My mother used to sing lullabies to me when I was a kid. She was a gentle soul, but that part of her seemed to be dead.
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