res was the last

of burnt coffee

ned m

wreckage of my car on t

t streamed through the window,

in front of the mirror.

irthday gift from my father, made from a unique silk blend that shimmered from bl

at my phone. The date was September 5

in time. Back al

she found out my father was Marcus Thorne, the CEO of Thorne In

noyance. I said nothing. I wanted to keep a low profile, to be normal Chloe, th

t desire to be li

a frantic, trapped bird. But on t

hloe! You' re awake. Do you like my new dress? I thought i

s to our other roommate, Hailey, turning her against me. The same voice tha

iled back. I said, "I

e, I did

been given a second chance. I was

the side of the bed. My voice

e it