Chapter 4

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“Joycelyn, please.” Iris’s soft voice carried a subtle rebuke. “Phines wants what’s best for you–a stable future.” Her swollen. eyes betrayed hours of tears, yet here she was, still playing peacemaker,

Exhaustion swept through Joycelyn as she closed her eyes and drew a steadying breath. “That hundred–thousand–dollar engagement gift–why not sell off your own precious daughter stead?”

“God. I wouldn’t marry that troll.” Octavia drawled from her perch on the couch, her lips curling into a cruel smile. “You should grab the offer while you’re young enough to command a decent price. Once you hit thirty, you’ll be damaged goods.” Cold fury settled in Joycelyn’s chest as she met her mother’s eyes “Mom, is that really what you think too?”

Her mother’s averted gaze spoke volumes. The message was clear–Joycelyn had no real place in this family.

“Octavia.” Iris’s weak protest earned only a contemptuous eye roll from her daughter.

“Either marry him tomorrow or get out of my house!” Phineas’s voice thundered through the room.

was

her mouth, but Phineas cut her off. “I’m your man new–your lifelong parmer. A married daughter is like water under the bridge.

dear,” Iris whispered, thoroughly

is dead‘ Joycelyn’s words could have frozen hell as she

shake. Let’s

as she watched her mother’s passive acceptance. Without a word, she stuffed her clothes into a suitcase and strode toward the door. “Don’t worry,

bother coming back!” he shouted at

no glance backward, Joycelyn took her suitcase and

un came out.

the streets as

against her skin. Tears mingled with rain on her

the sky. Thunder crashed overhead. She dropped into a crouch, hands clasped over her head. These storms had haunted her since the rainy night that claimed

stop, she huddled against the plastic wall. The wind howled, driving sheets of rain sideways. Tonight, even

she checked her phone–x battery. They say God never closes a door

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