“Never forget,” Gina instructed hoarsely, “none of this is your fault.” The crying jag intensified. “If I’d been better, this never would have happened. My dad wouldn’t have sent me here.” Gina snorted. “That’s the biggest crock of shit I’ve ever heard. Your father never sent you here – you were kidnapped, idiot. Set up from the very beginning.” “What do you mean?” “I overheard Vandercamp talking, after I had the baby. He thought I was asleep, or hell, maybe he didn’t care if I heard or not, figuring I’d never get out of this shithole alive. Anyways, he says to that snooty broad he’s married to, old-plastic-face –” “Hey!” Jason cut in, “that’s my mother you’re talking about.” Gina shot him a look. “No she ain’t. You’re adopted, asshole.” He bristled, caught between defending his mother and the loathing he’d been wallowing in.
