The days that followed Malcolm's funeral were plunged into grief, anger, and smoldering tension in the Sebastian household. The pain of losing her father had begun to congeal inside Daniella, turning into something darker, more consuming. Every glance at Victoria, every reminder of a trial, and every mention of the sacrifices her father had made only fanned the flames that burned within.
Daniella sat in her room, the blinds drawn, and what was once a tidy space was now cluttered with papers and photos strewn everywhere. She spent hours poring over old family albums, stopping at pictures of her father's proud smile, those moments shared so well. But those happy memories were tainted by this sharp sting of loss; every page turned into a harsh reminder of what she could never get back.
She
