Our Story, Rebuilt

oice cut through the sterile silence of our penthouse. He was no lon

twisted my words: "You lost that right the day you killed Chloe." My sister. H

, once a haven, now a torture chamber. Night after night, his touch was a brutal

watched her fall." He had created his own truth, casting me as the

is wasn't just grief. He was being manipulated by a "system,"

me to a man determined to make me pay for a crime I didn't

would escape this living