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she was beginning to regret arranging the meeting of the three of them. she knew that her niece would question things entirely too much and that her sister's moral compass was going to make her turn her nose up at the way that she had handled her life from the time she was an older teen.

Jacinta was self-aware: she knew she had made plenty of mistakes both in the way she had harmed people and the way that she had chosen to parent her children. she had never been a good mother, even if she felt fiercely protective of each one of them. her protective nature didn't overshadow the fact that she had been mostly absent from their lives from the time they were kids. her ambition had blinded her. her need for total control and power over her own life had made her forget her motherly duties.

"we're not here to talk about me," she snapped, her dark eyes showing fire. it was hard to control herself, to keep herself from stepping up to her brother's spoiled brat of a daughter and slapping her across her face. her hand itched to do it, but she curled her fingers into a fist, letting her nails sink into the soft skin of her palm instead. self-control had never been her strong suit, but she was also not trying to drive a bigger wedge between herself and her sister and niece.

Jacinta let out a breath to calm herself.

"there's too much lecturing going on. we're here because i wanted you - Acantha - to know that we're here for you if you ever need anything. i know my little brother didn't teach you to be a crazy bitch. i know you're acting how you are because you're not getting the respect you deserve. i'm here to tell you that you deserve better."

Acantha opened her mouth as if she was going to say something sassy, but then Jacinta held up a finger