This chapter is dedicated to fatal_beauty ;-)
𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀
I could still see his sad eyes as I worked. Cheese would not be losing any other parts on my watch, so I worked until my fingers began to grow numb.
The estate shone as if it had been polished, not simply cleaned. Breakfast was next on my list of duties. Arming myself with an apron, I went to work on the chicken, losing myself in the rhythm of the motions.
My mind was elsewhere.
My adopted sister, Sonya, was the dictionary definition of a narcissist: "An individual with an excessive, unhealthy preoccupation with themselves, characterized by a grandiose sense of self-importance, a deep need for admiration, and a profound lack of empathy for others."
She would lie in a grave if she were promised a crown in return, which meant I knew exactly how to destroy her.
