Now, the only people in the Morrigans family who still mattered to me were Grandma and Whitney.
The others meant nothing.
If they died in front of me right now, I would not feel a thing.
I had already cut them out of my life.
Before my death and after it, I was always the villain in their story.
That never changed.
At first, when they appeared here, I thought they might ask me for help.
Instead, they blamed me for everything.
Vivian was completely convinced that I was the one responsible for what had happened to them.
When Whitney untied the ropes binding her hands, Vivian suddenly lunged forward.
Her hand grabbed a fruit knife from the nearby table.
"What did we ever do to deserve this?" she screamed, staggering toward me. "Is this still not enough for you? I'll kill you, you monster!"
I didn't move.
Not even a step.
