Chapter 63

Arya. The cold, damp cell was my world now. My family, people I never got the chance to meet, my blood, were gone. Dead. Betrayed by Robert's greed. The pain that cut deeper than any physical wound. And yet, even in this forsaken place, I found myself contemplating the peculiarities of my past, trying to make sense of the shattered fragments that were my memories. Alison, always the golden child, had basked in the warmth of Robert's favoritism. I, on the other hand, had been cast aside like unwanted debris. I had questioned why my late transformation had deemed me unworthy of their love and support. Weren't families supposed to stand together, especially when one of their own faced challenges? They never tried to help me transform because we were never truly family. They never extended a helping hand because, in their eyes, I was an outsider. Trash to be discarded when it suited them. Since Robert left, no one had come downstairs. Except for the constant sedation routine. Had Ethan