Jess’s verbal onslaught took me completely by surprise.
“How could he do this to me? Shit! I was his world, his little princess. There’s no way this is right. I don’t believe it.”
Her face went bright red as she aimed a furious gush of vitriol toward our recently deceased father, and the battle-scarred guitar case leaning on the wall. I noticed a small trickle of snot run from her nose to her top lip and bit my lip to stop myself from laughing.
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