o the day I buried my adoptive moth
lilies mixing with antiseptic, I clutched the cold urn,
when she passed, or here now to say goodbye. The brutal real
leave, my life took a
Chen, her eyes dripping with disdain for my simple black dress. Then Ethan walked in,
repare the guest room next to
fered me her diamond bracelet as a "birthday gif
et!" he snarled, as if my dignity was an inconvenience. My quiet
pet name for me, "Lily-flower," was never for me at all-it was
reaction to my soup, blaming me. Faced with protecting Maria,
orced a vile, burning
eak me. Lying on the floor, choking on the bitter taste of betray