Stella rolled over and pushed herself upright.

The room wasn't completely dark—a nightlight glowed faintly in the corner, casting a soft shadow across her face. She looked almost emotionless.

"Sick as she was, I'm honestly surprised Ursula managed to hang on this long before finally kicking the bucket," Stella said, her tone flat.

Everyone figured Ursula would be finished within days after Jaxon Larkin threw her out of the Larkin household.

No one expected she'd survive this many nights on the street.

Tegan huffed. "So what if she was tough? You can fight fate all you want, but in the end, she still died a miserable wreck."

You can refuse to accept your lot, but you can't trample over someone else to get ahead.

After all, what goes around comes around.

Stella's brow arched slightly when she heard how bad Ursula's end had been. "How miserable are we talking?"

Tegan hesitated, lowering her voice. "Under the highway bridge. Two homeless guys... did things to her."

She trailed off, letting the ugly details hang unsaid.

But Stella got the picture.

Homeless. That was fitting.

image—she'd even tried to

everything she

never accepted she was just the adopted daughter, always

that's where

"That's pretty

it was worse than rough. It

Susie and I hadn't watched out

name made Tegan's voice

was his sister—his real

tried to hurt Stella more times than

she knew about, others she probably never

felt a heaviness in her chest. "Thanks for all you did back

"Don't get sappy. Just thought you'd like to

way possible, and

plain justice—what goes around, comes

moved back, I barely even thought

Not just Ursula.

someone shoved their names in her

just

"Sounds like life in Ferrowland's treating

answer simple but

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