Jessica's POV
The day Bonita stepped foot into our home, I felt nothing toward her. Not hatred, not affection - just emptiness. She was merely another presence, something my father had brought in to fill the void left by his sorrow.
Grief was a human burden we all carried differently. My father had found his way to cope, but his solution only deepened my own pain.
Bonita became the additional weight pressing down on my already heavy heart.
Initially, she wore a mask of sweetness and charm. But once she witnessed the life I possessed, the privileges that came with being my father's daughter, envy began to consume her. That was when her true nature emerged - cruel and calculating.
She systematically drew my father away from me. Lost in his own world of denial, he remained oblivious to her manipulation until the damage was irreversible. By then, an insurmountable chasm had opened between us, one that remains unfilled even now.
