You Can Get Back at Them – 9

9 The morning sun filtered through the blinds in dusty, jagged slats, but Osas didn’t move to open them. She lay motionless, her eyes tracing a hairline crack in the ceiling. Her head throbbed with the dull, persistent ache of a night spent spirallingreplaying the “stepmother” joke, the sickening details of the “bet,” and the…...