The Cradle of Imposters

itor pierced the silence, and my world shattered. I found Samuel struggling for breath, turning blue, his emergency inhaler intentionally placed j

nic, as he rushed to comfort Chloe's theatrical tears. His mother, Margaret, a formidable matriarch, surveyed the scene and coldly declared,

ld my family dismiss Samuel's life so callously, side with the person who all

certainty bloomed: I could make them pay. I met James's cold gaze, my voice steady amids