Chapter 49

TRINITY LOVES the game, pretending. But right now, she can't guarantee herself if she wants to pretend like she and Gail were okay. Because literally, they're not. It irritates her the way Gail move, talk, and even her smiles—it seems mendacious. Fake. If only she doesn’t give respect to her father, she might have knocked her sister down and kicked Abigail's ass out of the house. Abigail must be thankful that she’s trying to control her temper. Trinity may loathe her sister, but not the little angel beside her. Abigail’s son had nothing to do with her mother’s mess. The kid is innocent. His mother is not. “So, where did you stay when you were cast out of here?” Trinity emphasized the words ‘cast out’. Abigail then looked up and put down the spoon she was holding, and she smiled at her. ‘Bitch.’ "I was in Paris." Trinity fed up her daughter first before turning to her sister. “So, you were enlightened not to end the life of your innocent child, am I right?” "Trinity." "Louie." Trinity’s