Chapter 110

Rick asked April all about her new job. April went into intricate details describing the ball gown she was making for one of the rich women in town. She had never been commissioned to make something like this before. It was amazing to her, she loved her new job.

Even in school April had never been told designing could be like this. Her family had told her fashion design was a dead field. Wistfully, she said she wished they could see her now; it just wasn't possible. She was in a position she had dreamed of.

The women started yelling. The wolves were liars and frauds. They had seen their true colors. April was not a human and she was not happy.

I nearly went back down there when April used the sharp end of an antique letter opener to slice her arm open from elbow to wrist. The wound bled furiously. April sat on the couch and watched it, only sometimes blotting the excess away with a tissue.

"Nobody checked the room for sharp objects before you put th