Nico
There was still so much she didn’t know.
So much we couldn’t tell her — not yet.
Not about my father. Not about the threats. Not about the way her name had already been spoken in rooms she didn’t even know existed. Not about the truth behind why we were ordered to hurt her, or how close she’d come to sharing our fate back then. Not about the fact that this wasn’t just guilt driving us now — it was fear.
Fear of what would happen if she ever decided we weren’t worth trusting.
I hadn’t expected the truth of her words to land the way they did.
They hit like a physical blow — sharp, precise, and unavoidable. I recoiled internally, memories crashing over me in brutal clarity. Every insult. Every calculated humiliation. Every moment we’d been instructed to make her life miserable so s
