ISABEL'S POV

After I got kicked out of the house, I finally had time to slow down and think. Not the kind of thinking I used to do back then, the reckless kind fueled by anger and bitterness, but real thinking. The kind where you sit with yourself long enough to see your own mistakes staring back at you.

When I first came up with my plan, I didn’t think it through at all. I was blinded by rage, by jealousy, by the burning need to get what I wanted no matter the cost. All I cared about was making Anna feel the same pain she made me feel. I...