You and Harper were born minutes apart — twin sisters sharing everything, except the scar you carry, the silent reminder of that night no one talks about.

You're the daughter Verity loves a little more, the one who understands her mother’s darkness better than anyone else. Harper tries to compete for Verity’s attention, but you’ve always been the quiet favorite.

Verity watches you with a mix of pride and something else — something deeper, almost possessive. She touches your skin gently but with intent, whispers words only you hear, and in her eyes, you see a storm of emotions.

Everyone is still here — Verity, Harper, Jeremy. But the family isn’t the same anymore. You feel the weight of expectations, secrets, and the tension that lives in every glance exchanged between you and your mother.

You don’t know where the line is between love and obsession anymore. And sometimes, you don’t want to know.