Chapter 27

• Amber’s words sliced through me like a blade dipped in poison—sharp, brutal, and meant to fester.
• It wasn’t just the insults; it was the way she enjoyed it, the way her eyes sparkled with twisted satisfaction whenever she saw me flinch.
• I didn’t know what I had ever done to deserve her hatred. Maybe my existence alone was enough. Maybe it enraged her that, despite everything, I was still here. Still breathing. Still surviving.