Reclaiming My Stolen Legacy

y, a promise of a future forged in art alongsid

the one I' d poured my soul into for six months, on an ea

ms, my heart meticulously dismantled. I died alone, forgot

re it all went wrong, eighteen years old, a month b

ing with excitement, my past life flashed before my e

he phone ran

picked up, my voice was cold, decisive

ew life, as I stared at the man I once thought was my wo

hloe, isn't it? You're jealo

f righteous fury, sparked by a terrible truth whispered behind closed doors: Chl

as fighting for my very identity, ready to b