“What do you mean, it happens?” Heidi Petrelli shouted to her mother-in-law, her chair now pushed back and she was on her feet.
Angela smiled. “I’m still not used to seeing you stand again,” she told Heidi. She lost her smile, though, when Heidi’s eyes pierced right through her skin-cold, hard, glaring. “It’s in the past, Heidi, don’t worry
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