They All Went Mad After I Died
Language: en
"You think being their real daughter means anything?" Stella’s voice was a shard of glass, sharp enough to pierce my eardrums. I shot her a cold look, clutching my puppy, Buddy, a little tighter, and moved to pass her on the other side of the grand staircase. But just as I drew level with her, she let out a piercing shriek and, as if her balance had vanished, tumbled down the stairs. "Stella!" My brother Julian’s voice cracked through the air. He scrambled down the steps, gathering her into his arms. Stella clutched her head, tears streaking her face. "Julian, don't blame Aria," she…