Chapter 60

Arya. The memories of my past flooded my mind, each recollection stabbing at the wounds that time had tried to heal. I took a deep breath, trying to steady the storm of emotions within me. Allison, with her privileged upbringing and haughty demeanor, had always been a stark contrast to my own life. I recalled the countless times I had wondered about any possible similarities between us. From our attitude to the way we carried ourselves, it seemed as though we belonged to different worlds. The bitter taste of Robert's words lingered in my memory like a poison. Each insult, each condescending remark, was etched into my soul. It wasn't just the sting of being treated as less than human, but the realization that these people, who had once posed as family, were nothing more than strangers harboring malice. But amidst the pain, there was a strange sense of relief. Allison and Robert were not my blood, not related to me in any way. I clung to that truth like a lifeline. They could never