Amy closed her eyes and sighed. The shrill voice that had given her nightmares as a kid, terrifying her and scaring the hell out of her. Amy had prayed to God countless times never to hear it again. Perhaps it was a selfish wish of hers but she didn't care. All she wanted was to be free and happy, but that seemed too far from her reach.
Perhaps she was destined to wallow in pain and sorrow. After all, her birth and whole being had brought nothing less than pain and misery.
Amy inhaled a sharp breath, her grip on her phone tight, “Step mother..” she whispered softly.
“It's Mrs White!” Jane snapped, angered that Amy had referred to her as step mother. “I would never birth a pitiful brat like you. Due to your misfortune, your mother died shamelessly. Would you claim me just so you could
