Bianca.
I had just stormed back into the building to grab my purse and my second card from the dressing room when I heard Auntie Beatrice's voice.
A cold ripple ran through me. What use was it for her to come complain of my involvement in the damn accident? Or had she come for something else?
No... Auntie Beatrice hadn't visited in ages. It had to be something else.
I flinched as memories flooded back, stabbing through me with brutal clarity. That ache, the one that never left no matter how hard I tried. My parents had already declared me dead to them.
I swallowed hard, trying to convince myself they were just as dead to me. They'd never truly been there for me. And even though it hurt like a dagger through my chest, I clung to that truth.
Not after all the pain they caused. Not after the humiliation, the suffering, and every damn thing I endured and still haven't gotten over it all because of them.
