After a moment, Samantha ran in after her. Jaymi had shut the door so her mother lightly knocked and asked, “Are you okay honey?”

Jaymi wiped the remnants of the regurgitated coffee off her mouth with the back of her hand and said, “Yeah, I’m okay. I just need a minute.”

“Okay peaches. Holler if you need anything.”

“Thanks.” Jaymi lied on the cold bathroom floor, thinking about how shady her mother was. Who marries their nephew? That’s fucking disgusting. I am a product of incest. I am an inbred. Oh my god, I’m an inbred. Oh my fucking god.&nb...

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