FRANK
Dad had taught me a lot of things more than a ten years old boy could ever learn. So in several months, I was presented as Devanaugh's heir. Who would have thought that a nobody boy from an orphanage was the next leader of the Devanaugh empire?
I thought living with the Devanaugh couple would be the start of our happy childhood. However, Faye wasn't adjusting. She wouldn't speak to anyone. She treated everybody as an enemy. And every night, she was encountering night terrors.
One night, she screamed as I passed by her room. To my panic, I kicked the door open and rushed to her bed. Her cheeks were wet and her body was bathed in a cold sweat. The sheets were twisted around her limbs, probably because she was thrashing in her sleep.
"Faye! Faye! Wake up!" I shook her body until she
