I want to scream at her. I want to hit her, curse at her, kill her. I feel my Father's warning grip on my arm tighten a bit and understand to remain silent, but inside I can feel my emotions bubbling. I can't believe this lunatic has the nerve to threaten my father like this! I can't believe she's so far gone that she would be this ridiculously selfish.

"Imagine the shame of it, Charleston...for Shayenne, too." she says, her gaze finally moving to my face. "Imagine being the daughter of a disgraced father and with her first year of college about to start...she would never survive the stigma, the gossip, the cruelties of her peers. The school might even decide to withdraw her scholarship because who would want to be associated with the daughter of a crooked cop and then where will either of you be?"