NINA’S POV
I shut my door quietly, my heart still racing.
Adopted.
The word echoed in my mind again and again, soft and sharp at once. Amara …the one who always got the smiles, the hugs, the praise … wasn’t even one of us. She wasn’t blood. She wasn’t a Blake.
I leaned against my wall, breathing out a shaky laugh.
So all these years… she’s been living in my place. Acting like she belonged. Like she deserved everything that should’ve been mine. She's nothing.A borrowed name. A charity case.
A strange calm settled in my chest … the kind that comes after too much anger. For once, I felt above her.
The real daughter. The one who mattered.
I couldn’t wait for her to come home. I wanted to see her face when she realized that the sister she looked down on now held something she could neve
