"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you did that on purpose," said Miranda from behind her.
"You don't know anything about me," Beverly snapped.
"Maybe," Miranda said quizzically. "But I will. Soon."
Beverly watched the evil little bitch turn around and head for Simon's hospital room. How long would he have to stay there? Could she and Paul run? Could they fight back? Or were they both about to become pawns in a very sick game?
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