s family home. It was late, the kind of late where the world feels silent and

stood there, her kind face etc

's wrong? You're a

hroat. "Mrs. Hayes... I need to ask you some

ned. "Of course, dea

true? That Liam... that he's bee

ss her face, chasing away the late

d tears of joy. "He's loved you since you were kids pl

what felt like a lifetime, I didn't flinch from the conta

oice steady and clea

r mouth. "Oh, my goodness! Liam will be e

he street, but all I could see was anothe

asting like ash in my mouth. "I wa

tive brother, Ethan Mill

s. I was an orphan at six, a lost little girl until the Millers adopted me. Ethan, seven years my senior, was the one who practically rai

ol, I fell in

the dark. I poured all my feelings into drawings, sketchbook afte

day, he

t just shock. It was disgu

e'd spat, the words like

ad leaves. That was the day he told me about his girlfriend. Mad

" piece of jewelry, a lie whispered in Ethan's ear-she framed me for everything. And Ethan, my Ethan, believed he

ey announced their wedding. I tried to talk t

e flat and devoid of any warmth.

he house he had brou

that cold, hard pavement outside the home that was never truly hers. Tonigh

d start wi