"Evelyn, you nearly killed Isabelle, and you've got the nerve to sleep?" My father's voice thundered, his eyes blazing red. Beside him, Lorraine sobbed, her head bowed.
"Evelyn…" Lorraine's voice cracked, tears streaming down her face.
"Your sister's got so little time left. Why can't you let her be? We let the farewell ceremony slide, but this time… you tried to take her life!"
I gripped the bedsheet, sick of Lorraine's crocodile tears. Propping myself up despite the pain, I bit out, "I didn't put those curses on the screen, and I didn't push her off that cliff. You let Isabelle frame me again and again—aren't you afraid of karma?"
A sharp slap cracked across my face. I staggered back, blood trickling from my lip. "You ungrateful wretch!" my father roared, trembling with rage. "Your m
