“Did you see the news? Gina Lorne is dead.”
Her voice is so casual. I could deny her, and say I was too busy. But this woman has been asking for it a while now. I am from New York fuck off City.
I spin around at the cold undertone of that statement, my eyes glaring daggers at this woman, who is supposed to be my mother, but in its place has always just been a power hungry, gold digging tramp. But even whores have standards.