The Last Pawn
Some names are given to you.
Others are forced upon you.
And then, there are the ones stolen, worn like armor by people who were never meant to bear them.
I used to believe I was the forgotten one. They erased her. The girl who didn’t belong.
But I was wrong.
Because someone else has always paid the price for my survival.
And tonight, I was going to meet him.
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The Geneva estate had a silence I couldn’t explain. Not peaceful. Not abandoned. It was the kind of silence that whispered of secrets buried so deep even the walls forgot how to speak.
As the gates creaked open and the car rolled onto the circular driveway, I caught a glimpse of the house—the same one I’d only ever seen in faded photographs. Lillian hid in the lining of her coat. The windows were shut. The i
