Syria’s POV
I was in my room again.
They had taken Grandma away from me. Uncle said he would take care of her, that he would make sure she’d survive after he had treated her so cruelly.
I sat there, staring blankly at the wall, feeling like everything around me was falling apart piece by piece.
Suddenly, the door burst open. I flinched and looked up, startled.
But when I saw who it was, my heart twisted with anger and disgust.
“What are you doing here?”
It was Novene.
For a moment, I thought Uncle had killed her or at least sent her far away. But there she was, standing in the doorway like she owned the place.
“You have some nerve showing your face here after everything you’ve done!”
“After you humiliated this family and destroyed everything we built!”
She raised her hand a
