The question that Arnie asked her was not so easy to answer. She wanted to say that she would kill them, because it would be so easy. She didn't know them. She didn't feel sorry for them. She didn't want them in her life. But, Missy Orlena Miller, was different. They were her parents. It was likely that she would rather visit them in prison, every once in a while, than visit their graves.
As she took a bath, washing the stench of wine from her hair, steam curled around Sienna's face as she pondered on it. The issue clung to her like mist, refusing to disperse. By the time she dressed, she resolved to handle the problem as quickly as possible, to prevent it from lingering in her life. As for how it ended, she would cross that bridge when she came to it.
