There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

paragraphs recounting mistakes Mara made, times she embarrassed herself.
The piano recital is mentioned several times, how she humiliated her mother
in front of everyone, how she did it on purpose.
This woman’s pettiness could fuel a dictatorship. She’s Lenin and Stalin and
Mussolini all rolled into one. Nothing is her fault. Mara is the architect of all
evil in the world.
Her hatred for her own daughter baffles me.
I assume some of it is jealousy. Like Snow White and the Wicked Queen,
Mara grew in beauty and vitality while Tori was fading by the day.
And some of it is pure rage that Mara refused to be crushed, refused to be
destroyed. Mara was the insect Tori stomped on over and over and over
again, only to turn into a butterfly and fly far away.
I’m so distracted by the emails that I fail to see the motion alert on my phone.
Mara rises and dresses, padding down the stairs while I’m still deeply
absorbed in reading.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
I look up from the laptop. I must have an awful expression on my face,
because Mara takes a step back, eyes widening.
It’s hard for me to speak.
“I was reading your mother’s emails.”
“Oh,” Mara says.
She isn’t angry.
We each have our own brand of relentless curiosity. She knows me too well
to expect privacy or reasonable behavior.
“They’re all the same,” Mara says. “She can’t stop insulting me even when
she’s trying to get me to come visit.”
“She wants you to visit?” I scoff.