Sierra’s POV

I had waited years for this moment.

For the day Emily would see me again—to finally let her know that I was alive, that the past she tried to bury would now come back to haunt her.

But this time, she wouldn’t win.

This time, I would make her suffer in the worst way possible.

I would take away her son.

Sitting in front of the small mirror in the tiny room I had been given, I stared at my own reflection, my fingers gripping the edge of the wooden dresser. It was insulting, really, to be treated like just another lowly maid when I had once been...