–Livana–
My blood surged upward, pounding in my temples until the pain became unbearable. It was anger—raw, searing anger—rising like a storm tide. Anger at Carrie, the illegitimate daughter of my grandfather. How dare she threaten my mother, only to take her life in the same breath? Yet, what burned me more deeply was the knowledge that my father helped her bury the truth beneath silence.
In the footage, I heard the echo of my younger voice screaming, though the screen remained empty—no image, only sound, as if my grief had always been destined to live in shadows.
"Liva," Deanne's voice cut through my spiral as she reached me, swiftly pulling the computer away. "Your nose is bleeding."
