Clara’s POV
The words hung in the air, heavy and unshakable.
Her lips parted, but no sound came out. She just stared at me, stunned, as if the ground beneath her had shifted and she wasn’t sure whether to fall or run.
Amelia’s eyes widened as if I had slapped her across the face.
“What kind of sick joke is this?” she snapped, standing abruptly from the chair. Her hands were trembling, but her voice was sharp. “Do you think this is funny? Is my pain a game to you? First, you mock my life, and now you want to stand here and tell me you’re my sister?”
Her chest rose and fell heavily, fury and disbelief pouring out of her.
I stayed quiet, letting her anger wash over me. I deserved it. I had hidden the truth for so long that now, to her, it sounded like a cruel lie.
“Don’t you dare use m
