Victoria Bella Volkov:
I walked out of the house, tears streaming down my face. My chest felt heavy, the pain almost too much to bear.
The Washington family would pay for the emptiness they had left in my heart. Every last one of them.
After meeting with Charles Arlington—who’s basically my grandfather—we decided to run a DNA test. Deep down, I already knew the truth, but I needed the proof.
Driving down the highway, I noticed a car trailing me. It had been there for a while.
I tried to shake it off, brushing away my unease, and pressed harder on the gas.
I turned on some music and started humming along, trying to calm myself.
But as I kept driving down the highway, I noticed something—it wasn’t just one car anymore. When I finally left the highway, the first car sped up, trying to
