Amelia

The Next Morning

I hadn’t slept a single minute.

I’d spent the entire night pacing my bedroom, thinking, planning, replaying every moment of that horrible dinner. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. The more I thought about Celeste sitting there quietly with those green eyes that looked exactly like Mother’s, the more certain I became.

That girl needed to disappear. And she needed to disappear soon—before any DNA test could confirm what my parents already believed in their hearts.

I dressed carefully, choosing my most powerful outfit: a structured cream blazer, tailored black trousers, and my most expensive heels. I needed to look like what...