Fiona:
The fake identity card stared back at me like a mockery—my face trapped behind lies, my entire existence reduced to a fiction someone else had written. Fiona Delacruza. Even the name felt foreign on my tongue, like swallowing glass.
"Why do you like shouting? You need to calm down and listen." Rafael's voice cut through my rage like a blade, that infuriating control never wavering.
"And why do you keep telling me to calm down?" I wanted to laugh. Or scream. Or throw something at his perfect face. "You've erased me. You've literally erased who I am!"
I kicked at the papers, sending them scattering further across the polished floor. Work permits, background checks, references—all lies. All carefully constructed deceptions that painted me as someone I'd never been.
"My name is Fio
