While she had never lacked anything growing up, her aunt’s home screamed wealth and opulence. Jade had her own room, next to her Aunt's, and it had a joining door. The first few nights had been harrowing for her. She would wake up, crying and calling for her mom, Aunty would rush in most of those nights, brandishing a weapon, sometimes a bat, sometimes a vase, anything, ready to protect Jade. When her nightmares got worse, her Aunt got her into therapy and she did all she could to make Jade have normal life, as normal as she could have in that mansion. Slowly, Jade healed from her trauma but she still held on to revenge, something her Aunt said would either make or break her. After an year or so of homeschooling , Jade was ready to resume school and was sent to the most prestigious school
