SELENA'S POV
“Perhaps, this was my way of paying for all my sins,” I thought bitterly, my lips curled up into a sad smile.
All these years, I had lived for one singular purpose: to provide for my daughter, Rita.
From the moment I was fifteen, my life was no longer my own. It had been stolen from me by the man who fathered her. He was cruel, taking something from me that was never his to take. He f*****g raped me
I was a seer so I could do nothing but
endure the pain. The irony, of course, was that while I could predict the downfall of others, I couldn’t foresee my own suffering. I endured in silence, not only because I was powerless, but because no one would ever believe that a seer, a woman who could see pain, misfortune, and impending doom, could be blind to her own suffering.
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