(Jasper’s POV)
The living room feels like a tomb.
James sits with his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Blair hasn't stopped crying since Virginia ran out three hours ago. The sound cuts through me like broken glass.
"We failed her," Blair whispers for the tenth time. "We failed both of them."
James looks up, his eyes red and hollow. "How did we not see it? How did we miss all the signs?"
I want to tell them it's not their fault. Virginia fooled everyone. But the words stick in my throat because I have no right to say anything here.
They failed to pay more attention to her. To see through her mask.
But how am I any better?
"She's our daughter," Blair cries. "Our biological daughter, and we let her become... this."
"And Scarlett," James's voice breaks. "God
