Chapter 30

“This is your sister,” my father had declared one sunny afternoon. It had been a three-hour drive to get to the huge mansion that loomed behind him, his shadow falling over me and my mother.

The little girl clutching my father’s hand smiled brightly at me, wearing a pretty violet dress that probably cost more than my mom’s apartment.

“I’m Adelaide!” my new sister cried. With her bright eyes and sweet smile, I could almost believe that she was welcoming us, even that she was excited to see me.

But my mother’s nails digging into my palm reminded me of the truth.

“It’s their fault,” my mother would always say on nights when her glass bottles lined the floors. On days when she’d cry herself to sleep, calling out my father’s name between sobs.

When I meant nothing to her.

I always knew I had a sister. My mother never let me forget as she’d tell me the story over and over. How my father married the witch and left us with nothing.

It was their fault that my father could only visit us for a few minutes once a month. Their fault we had to live in an apartment that was falling apart. It was her fault I couldn’t wear a pretty dress like her but one my mom had fixed up from a donation box.

It was all Maelyn McNair’s fault. And her daughter.

Adelaide.

She was the reason I didn’t have a father to come home to. Why the other kids teased me about my clothes being mismatched, why I didn’t have pretty dresses and a garden full of flowers.

All the things that should’ve been mine were hers.

She had taken everything from me my entire life.

If the witch hadn’t died, we still would’ve been in that dirty place, outcasts despite being a daughter of the Hildebrands, too. And she dared to smile at me, like everything we went through wasn’t her fault.

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So that day, standing in front of my new house and my new sister, I made a silent vow.

I would take everything away from her. Just like she’d done to me. We’d see how she liked being the forgotten one. The outcast.

“–And the florist is arriving at eight in the morning with the centerpieces, but they wanted an extra fee to set them all up,” I complained loudly into the phone. “I know, it’s so unfair-”

dryer. My wet hair pulled up into a towel to

was everything. That was what my mother

slamming of the front door, and I paused

hanging up. I turned in my seat as Ashton stumbled

drunk,” I growled, crossing my arms

lost his balance and grabbed my table to straighten himself up. The hair dryer crashed to the floor along with all of

and ignoring the destruction he’d just caused. “May

yelled, collapsing back onto

“I practically had to plan

roared at me, his eyes bloodshot as he bared his teeth in a snarl.

back. For a moment, I thought he might hit me, but instead, he sighed,

not in the mood for this,” he said bitterly

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in

vanity. It was better to

good drunk. Not a nice drunk. Not

pulled the towel away from my hair, picking up my hair dryer off the floor. I glanced at Ashton and then sighed.

planned. Even

that everything he said and did was fake. He wasn’t perfect

I tried to speak to him and leaving for long periods at night, without telling me where he’d been or why. I

the child he was. He was going to have to get himself together. I never imagined

my hair, I glanced at the phone he’d left on the bed. He let out. a shuddering snore, curling, face-down

texting someone lately. I knew he was probably cheating on me. Our relationship meant nothing to either

pulled my hair into a braid. Even if we weren’t in a real relationship, my pride wouldn’t allow me to lose to some

at his phone once more.

opportunity was too good to lose.

to my feet, careful not to make a sound with my bare feet on the carpet. I crept slowly over to

a blue glow, showcasing

change it from the default.

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up, however, the phone locked out-a thumbprint password.

limp form of Ashton. What

I lay the phone on the bed right side up, and softly pressed his thumb on the screen’s

began to scroll. First through his contacts and then,

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