time it finished, Lorna’s carefully built world was in pieces on the brunch table. And I picked up my phone, turned it off, and said, calmly, into the silence:
“Now. Let’s be clear from the start, like you wanted. You picked the wrong girl to rob. And you should have asked what my father actually does before you decided he was a nobody.”
Chapter 3: The Father They Called a Nobody
Here is what the Whitmores never bothered to learn, because they’d decided a girl from a “shabby little flat”
