Jerica knew better than to let Jefferson shake her. She had waited years to tell him exactly what she thought. Today, she was done with his threats.
"I know why you are doing this, Jerica. You cannot hold something that happened once when you were young over my head forever," Judge Jefferson said, his voice smooth, as if his words were meant to settle things.
A dry laugh escaped her, cold and biting. "Once?" Her words were laced with quiet fury. "Oh, but it wasn't just a one-time thing, was it, Uncle Jefferson? I thought I was alone in the house, but I wasn't. You were there…Uncle… " She enunciated his title with acidic disdain, watching Jared's face from the corner of her eye.
