Mrs. Grant picked up the nearby branding iron and snorted coldly. "This must have been prepared for you. I think I'll have a go myself. If it weren't for you, I never would have done so many things to hurt Nora. Even though you were just the catalyst, I can't stand to watch you continue to scrape by in this basement. Come, let me add a little something extra for you."
She held the branding iron and pressed it right onto Catherine Callahan's face.
"SIZZLE..." The sound of burning flesh mingled with a continuous, horrified scream.
The sound was bone-chilling.
Mrs. Grant didn't stay any longer, following Luna Ainsworth upstairs.
They sat in the living room.
The two of them sat facing each other.
Mrs. Grant's eyes were filled with deep sorrow. Haltingly, she began to openly speak about some of the ways she had hurt Nora. The devastating blow made her hate herself more than she ever had before.
And she felt so pathetic.
