Chapter 6

"It's all your fault. Everything is your fault, you worthless piece of trash!" she screamed. "If it weren't for you, I'd never have had to give away my own daughter only to end up raising someone else's bastard."

Someone else's bastard? Her daughter?

For a moment, I thought I'd misheard.

But in the quiet, darkened street, our shop was the only one still glowing.

They had the door locked.

Through the crack in the door, I saw my drunken father, who was hardly ever home.

Like me, he lived under Beatrice's thumb, so afraid of her wrath he hardly dared…