Instead of breaking into a confessional as Danielle was hoping, Emily's lips curled into a devious smile that she didn't recognize on her daughter's face. It wasn't quite playful or coy, it had an unmistakable harshness that caused a slight shiver to race through her. She knew that whatever she was about to say, wasn't going to be from the part of her daughter that she had come to know over the last 18-years. She was going to be speaking to the version of her daughter that had surfaced after she had gone off to college and was probably being concealed from her for far earlier than that.

"I know...