Gianna had always harbored a deep-seated animosity toward me. She believed my existence threatened to steal our stepfather's affection, and while she feigned the role of a sweet, understanding older sister, she constantly schemed against me in the shadows.

To drive me away, she even threw herself down the stairs and accused me of pushing her.

That day, the last rays of the setting sun cast a dim glow on us. Our stepfather cradled a bloodied, convulsing Gianna while frantically dialing for help, his expression twisted with rage as he glared at me, his eyes filled with a burning hatred.

“I’m sorry, William. It’s my fault for not disciplining Amara...