The Stepmother: 3 Sara Stone

“Wait,” Sara said, her mind racing. “If you drink that, you’ll die. And I’ll be blamed.”

Sara crushed the paper in her fist. Chloe had been buried yesterday. Unless…

“Exactly,” Ivy said. She drank half. The stepmother 3 sara stone

“Sara? What’s all the noise?”

She was the prey.

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“Where did you get that?” Sara whispered. “Wait,” Sara said, her mind racing

The gates of Blackwood Manor had always looked like ribs to Sara Stone. Giant, wrought-iron ribs, curling up from a concrete spine to cage whoever entered. Two years ago, she had walked through them as a bride. Now, she walked through them as a ghost in waiting.