The Scream of Agony

ARIANA’S POV

She wasn’t my mother.

The words carved themselves into the walls of my skull, bleeding through my every thought like ink in water—spreading, staining, suffocating.

She wasn’t my mother.

I looked at her—no, looked at the woman I thought was my mother—and my throat tightened so fast I...

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