NARA POV
A few hours later, golden sunlight streamed gently into the room, wrapping everything in a warm afternoon glow. It should have been soothing—but instead, it only made the weight in my chest feel heavier.
Earlier that morning, Nick and I had breakfast with the rest of the family. It was awkwardly pleasant—clinking cutlery, polite laughter, and beneath it all, the usual performance.
Especially when Evelyn walked in, sitting there with her perfectly painted face and signature resting b***h expression, like she hadn’t just insulted me upstairs not even ten minutes earlier. As if Nick hadn’t hurled a flip-flop straight at her forehead for it.
And yet here she was—grinning, sipping orange juice like royalty, pretending to be civil.
Two-faced, manipulative witch. God, I couldn’t st
