TRISHA
When Mom had tried to convince me to visit the Wades, I hadn't given it much thought. I'd agreed, but only because I wanted to understand why Father had given Lila away to them in betrothal.
I didn't know the man well. But if anything, I was the one he was going to throw to the wolves. Which made me think our father must have considered the Wade house a safe space for Lila. Surely he would have anticipated that after his passing, Mom would torment his perfect little trophy.
But when that boy with hair as black as raven feathers and eyes just as soulless walked down the stairs to reprimand Lila, I was stricken.
Maybe it was just the unexpected surprise of seeing the boy with bones that couldn't carry him, and the deepest acne become something adjacent to Prince Charming overnigh
