To be unmade is to finally see what was never real.

—-

Lily’s POV

The cold hit first—an unnatural chill that crept into the warehouse like a warning. It wrapped around me, crawled under my skin, and made my breath hitch.

I stood frozen, fists clenched at my sides, glaring at the man I thought was my brother.

“Why did you do it, Chase?” My voice cracked. “Why do you hate me so fucking much?!”

Chase didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward, eyes wild, jaw clenched.

“Because you’re not my fucking sister!” he screamed.

The silence that followed was deafening. It wasn’t just quiet—it was dead. Pablo and Mitch stood rooted...