#Chapter 192: Mrs. Daphne Zimmer

“Daphne… I tried… I told my parents everything, and they did their best. But there wasn’t enough proof at the time, just my word against his, and –” “Save your excuses,” Daphne says. Her face is perfectly done, with expensive, high quality makeup hiding every poor and wrinkle. Her brows are perfectly waxed, her mascara sharp as a point. She looks so different from the disheveled girl that I grew up with. The girl who I had sworn to be friends with forever. Though I imagine I look very different too. But right now, that perfect face is twisted up in rage and years-old hatred. “Do you even hear yourself?” Daphne continues. “’I told my parents...’ A luxury I never got to experience. How fortunate you are, Esther.” “I know I’ve been lucky,” I say. “Do you? Not only did you get parents, but you hit the parent jackpot. The Owens’s put you through college. They got you your connections and your jobs.” I want to argue, telling her that I earned every job that I have. But even I