Chapter Three...
The longer I looked at my stepson over the lip of my wine glass, the surer I became. Grinning evilly, I set down my wine glass. Composing my face into a look of concern, I went to the table and sat across from Jason. He looked at me, uncertain, possibly scared at what I might...
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