Victoria tiptoed to the bedside and instantly recognized the face she hadn't seen in twenty years. Though Sarah had aged and looked worn from illness, Victoria knew it was her the moment their eyes met.
She snapped completely. With a sudden violent yank, she tore the blanket off the bed and screamed, "It's you again, Sarah Wilson…!"
Lara, who had been following cautiously behind, jumped at the sudden explosion of rage. She had never seen her aunt like this and felt a chill of fear crawl up her spine.
Sarah jolted awake from the furious roar. The moment she opened her eyes, Victoria's hand whipped through the air. A sharp slap cracked across Sarah's cheek. The frail woman's head spun, the world tilting violently around her.
"You shameless woman! You still have the nerve to come back to New York? Back then you nearly destroyed my marriage, nearly made me miscarry—and now you dare show your face again?!"
