Esme stared at the wall, her focus sharp and narrowed on the purple paisley wallpaper. "I'll do it," she whispered. I wouldn't have caught the quiet words if my hearing wasn't so sensitive. I didn't even mean to listen this time, I was lamely pouring hot water into a mug, keeping my hands busy. As if tea would make anything better.

"I'll find her and kill her." This time Esme's spoke louder, her ...