us about the g

a few times, s

en it now?" he' d ask, a

my smile feeling lik

unsuspecting.

he was rushin

al laptop on the k

was usually so care

as my

ords, but his persona

I th

thday. No. Our

old thoug

n Chloe'

s gra

. It was that sim

a candid shot of Chloe, lau

with Ava, hi

mach c

d through

ocuously labe

t architec

of photo

at family gatherings, Chlo

(white lilies, not roses like my mother loved), favo

obsessiv

them: encry

n, was Chloe-relat

were meticul

twisted lov

of my relations

iculous

he time of my mo

ative. Her lungs will be a perfect match for C. It's a risk, but C. deserves to live, to

a is isolated. She' s turning to me. Everything is falling into p

tment, manipulated medical channel

lic humiliation to break

f nausea

hroom, vomiting

med everything I' d

session, his cold,

y mother. He had

for

spered to my reflection, my eyes b

e that evenin

e fridge: "Thinking of you an

my favorite past

of them ma

pastry box

tchen trash can an

was sat

s complete. My f

cted a

papers.

ation for a new pass

a to

licopter crash during an inter

ed to fl

a safe distanc

rt, I needed my origi

my fathe

ller. My

o prioritized Chloe' s well-being

' s mother after my o

e would be

ry was a tapest

rence for Chloe, h

ering, now reveal

but manipulative, attention-seekin

lung disease. The reason fo

my mother

aste fille

Alway

was obsessed with her.

agile, manipulative creature w

birth certificate.

ouse, a familiar black SUV pulled

i

ssenger side, looking radi

eath

here, w

rse, h