That night, Sophie had spiked Caleb’s drink.
He didn’t wake up until the next afternoon Neither of them made it to the SAT.
Sophie, on the other hand, grinned like a maniac.
“See? I’m more important than some stupid test, aren’t I? I’m the most important. Tell me I am.”
Caleb locked himself in his room and wouldn’t come out.
And here’s the really sick part–that same night, she used my name to lure Dylan out, too.
Caleb said Dylan’s drink probably wasn’t spiked with anything.
At least, he’d seemed fine, right up until he passed out.
Yet, somehow, he also didn’t make it to the exam.
Dylan’s father showed up at the Lancaster Estate with a few guys, just as Harold and Margaret were getting back fron
the exam.
His guys… they stabbed Harold.
Then they forcibly had Sophie committed to Blackwood Psychiatric Institute.
Margaret was still very unwell. Her condition seemed even worse after the doctors arrived.
She clutched me tightly, refusing to let go, screaming. “Don’t take my daughter! Don’t take my Emmeline away?
I calmly tore her hands off me and pushed her toward the car.
“One, I’m not your daughter. Two, my name isn’t Emmeline.”
“I hate that name as much as I hate you!”
I couldn’t help but sneer.
“You and your husband weren’t raising kids You were raising fighting cocks‘
“Toss them in a pit and let them tear each other apart. The last one standing gets to be your daughter!
“And another thing–how come everyone you raise ends up crazy? If you can’t treat your kids equally why have them?
“Was it fun for you? Watching your daughters tear each other apart for a crumb of your attention?
Finally, she fell silent. Her eyes were wide, tears streaming down her face.
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Finally, as if she’d used up her last bit of strength, she sank to her knees and let them drag
Beyond the bushes, I felt a burning gaze on me.
I turned my head and saw only a limping figure.
The moment I recognized that figure, Theodore’s voice cut through. “Emma?”
I turned back. He was swaying. Two of him. Three…
No, it wasn’t him swaying. It was me.
“Emma!!”
My head felt heavy.
I was walking into a fog. Like a lost soul, wandering, with no way out.
“Emma, Emma!”
Emma? Is that me?
But I’d changed my name. I was Emmeline now.
“Emma, don’t scare me! Emma!”
Who was calling me?
A boy’s voice. Full of panic.
It made me want to cry.
I wanted to tell him–Don’t cry. I’m not worth it.
“Who says you’re not worth it? You are! You deserve to be loved! Emma? That’s your real name? It’s besserer Sa
better than Emmeline!”
Emma I’m only calling you Emma from now on. Don’t be scared If that psycho comes near yau
uff‘
fall
“If he so much as touches you. I’ll kill him with my own hands
“Emma, don’t cry. It’s just a little shock Em tough are? Doesn’t hurt a bit
“Emma, what’s wrong? Why are you coughing up blood? You’re waring me
“Y–you have bruises all over you. What happened? Did your brother in the
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something like that?”
“Emma, no! Don’t close your eyes, please…”
“Emma! Don’t close your eyes… please… I can’t… I can’t go through that again!”
The indistinct voices in the chaos slowly merged with a clear cry.
Ah. Now I understand.
I know who you are.
My Theo.
The eighteen–year–old boy whose mind had shattered after watching his parents fall to their deaths while saving
someone.
The one who, when Dylan grabbed me by the throat and tried to force himself on me, broke free of his restraints and
punched him square in the temple. My hero.
The one who took shock after shock. For me.
After I had lost consciousness, he’d broken out of that hellhole and burned the Lancaster Estate to the ground
He watched them. Watched them scream, run, trample each other in the flames. Watched until they all feil.
Then, with a piece of broken glass, he opened his own throat.
We met again in the mist.
He took my hand and led me forward, step by step.
“Emma… why didn’t I find you sooner? I love you So much With everything I am.”
“You deserve everything Gifts that are just yours. A family that loves you. A love that never wavers
“Emma, if we ever get another chance, stay away from the things that hurt you”
Take care of yourself Love yourself more than anyone che, okay?”
“Yes! I’ll do it. I’ll make the trade.
Tll give you my whole soul in exchange for the love the pawned to you
She can’t lose the ability to love! She has to love herself! Pirate–give it back to her!
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Ghostlike figures surrounded the scene.
Among them stood a man in a black robe. He lifted his head and looked at the bes by
The mysterious man who had traded love with me.
And in his eyes, for the first time, there was something like pity “Very well”
“I can even give you a head start. Let’s make a bet.”
“I bet that girl, in this life, still won’t learn to love herself. She’ll keep begging for scraps of love and pity from the way
people who hurt her.”
“I will take every memory of you from her. And you… you will carry those memories back
“You will watch her; day after day, walk the same thorny path.”
“You will watch her repeat every mistake, unable to speak, unable to change a thing–until everyone’s fate.. has bee
sealed.”
He held out a contract, his voice laced with temptation.
And the boy didn’t hesitate. He gave up his heart.
That’s when I understood. My rebirth wasn’t an accident.
This was the future he had fought so hard to give me.
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