My eight-year-old sister was thrown out by our adoptive parents on Christmas night. When I found her by the roadside, she was wearing only thin pajamas, trembling violently. “I found their secret,” she whispered. “They said if I told anyone, we’d disappear.” At home, I saw the bruises still carved into her small back. They thought I was weak, easy to silence. They were wrong. I was about to expose everything—and make sure they ended up where they belonged: prison.
Part 1: White Snow, Red Lines Snow didn’t fall on Blackwood Ridge—it attacked it.The wind screamed through the bare trees, flaying warmth from the air until every breath burned like shattered glass. Inside the Sterling Estate, winter did not exist. Crystal chandeliers glowed above marble floors. Senators laughed beside tech billionaires. Champagne flowed freely as … Read more