I drove back from the clinic with my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. The image of Victor sitting behind that desk would not leave my mind. Julian’s younger brother. The man who had signed every medical report for years. The man who had looked me in the eyes and told me David would never walk again. All of it was a lie. Another layer in the performance I had been living inside for ten years.
When I reached the mansion, I parked the car and sat there for a long time. The beautiful house looked the same as always. Expensive. Perfect. But now I saw it for what it was. A stage. And every person inside it was an actor. Everyone except me.
I finally stepped out and walked inside. My legs felt heavy. My chest felt tight. I went straight to my room and close
