My family abandoned me after an acci/dent—they chose to save my sister instead. Five years later, I saw them again at her wedding. When my father spotted me, he froze. “Why are you still alive?” he demanded, then turned on my sister. She stammered. I thought it was all an act—until the groom stepped forward. What he said next shattered me completely.
The airport hall had become a theater of cruelty. Amelia lay on the marble, her blue dress a pool of color against the stark white floor. She tried to rise, but pain pinned her down. Her breathing was shallow, jagged. Two paramedics pushed through the crowd, their movements urgent. One knelt, reaching for her wrist….
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