LAURA’S POV
“LAURA!”
I blinked twice. Was I seeing a ghost?
Standing right in front of me was her—my stepmother.
Pale and disheveled, with dark bags under her eyes, she looked like she hadn’t slept in days. Tears welled up in her eyes as she took a shaky step forward.
“I’ve been looking for you,” she said. “I tried calling. I know I didn’t treat you well back then—”
“What do you want, Elane?” I cut her off, a frown plastered on my face.
She looked over my shoulder, her eyes narrowing at Elijah who stood right behind me.
“And who is this?” she hissed.
“It doesn't matter,” I said coldly. “Why are you here? Was lying about my father’s sudden illness not enough?”
I never believed her. Elane was a master manipulator who turned my childhood into a nightmare.
“I’m sorry,” she whisper
