e. In her hands, she held my mother' s cherished vintage record, the last thing I had left of her. Then, wi
pipe. Then came the gasoline, poured over me as I screamed. My therapist, Dr. Ethan Sterling, the only person I trusted, had given me a distress beacon, but as Iin, slapping me and accusing me of faking my kidnapping for attention. Tiffany, my stepmother, and my half-brother join
e necklace was up for auction. At the auction, I tried to buy it back, but Ethan outbid me, then publicly proposed to Tiffany, who promp
do to deserve this endless torment from the people who were supposed to protect m
hion show, after being further humiliated by my family, I disowned them all, inclu