My thoughts were a storm in my mind as I scanned the dining room. My mother's words still echoed, revealing a dark past I had been completely unaware of.
How could it be that my life had been in danger for seventeen years?
The idea of having enemies not only for so long, lurking after me and my family, was unsettling to me.
I took a mental walk through each of the guests, considering the possibility that one of them might be an enemy or someone close to those who wanted to harm me. My mind even projected further, walking through the mansion's corridors, trapped even in the faces of the staff, the security personnel, and even Bruce himself. Or was I becoming paranoid?
I wanted to understand more about that dark past, which until recently seemed to be somewhat settled, with some gray ar
