a day that should have been filled with joy, but instead, it felt like a chilling
ichard, methodically stripped us of everything: our fortune, our home, our very lives. He was poised to hand my family's legacy
ely injured, and finally, the staged car accident that stole our lives. Now, the phone rang, confirming the exact chilling details: Richard
olence – it was too much. But this time, a fierce, cold rage ignit
. With a heavy bronze statuette, I shattered the glass, then smashed the trinkets. "Tell Mr. Thorne," I commanded, "t