I Stopped Caring About Your Love
Language: en
The moment my adopted sister pushed me from the ledge of that ninety-ninth-floor penthouse, I watched my parents rush to shield her from the sight of my fall. In that split second of terminal velocity, everything became blindingly clear. All the love I’d craved, all the expectations I’d carried—they were nothing but a self-imposed cage. As the cage shattered against the pavement, I didn’t find darkness. Instead, I woke up in a pool of sunlight, fifteen years old again. This time, as I watched my parents bring Serena home for the first time, I didn’t scream. I didn’t beg for my place at the…