Chapter 25 I Am The Key And The Fire
- For the first time, I understood what true hatred meant. Not towards Derek. Not towards my mother. But towards the lie that shaped me. The one that tattooed itself on my skin as if it were inheritance. The one I carried like a second soul. Silent. Poisonous.
- I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to surrender. I didn’t want to be “the key.”
- I wanted to live. Free. Broken. Furious. But mine.