C42 Crazy

Constance threw her head back and laughed, a chilling, hollow sound that scraped against Monique's soul. "Mercy? Did you show an ounce of mercy to Harriet? You painted her as a villain, a murderer, and orchestrated her downfall. When she died, alone and ostracized, did you shed a single tear? Did you even flinch?"

Monique shrank back, the accusations ringing true. Guilt