Neon’s POV
I had been watching them as they embraced each other like one happy family.
I hated it so much I could smash their heads. The idea of seeing him happy made my blood boil.
There was no one I hated more than him. I couldn’t be happier with him living a miserable life.
He stole my identity, my life, and my memories. A monster like him doesn’t deserve to be happy.
And I would be the judge of that, even if it meant hurting everyone around him.
I had waited for my revenge for so long, been through a lot just to get to where I am today.
And I have him to thank for that. I had watched enough; it was time to reveal my presence.
I got out of the car. Their startled faces were the only good thing I had seen since yesternight.
“Roxie.”
“Neon,” her voice subtle like a whisper.
“Yo
