Before I could even react, Skyler slapped me hard across the face and grabbed me by the hair, dragging me in front of Agnes.
"Agnes, don't believe River's words. You are the true daughter of our family! She's just an imposter!"
"Yes! River isn't our daughter—you are, Agnes!" Addison cried, rushing to speak.
Finally, the tears in Agnes's eyes stopped. She put down the knife and slowly climbed down from the windowsill.
"Agnes, be good. Give the knife to your brother. Don't hurt yourself," Spencer gently coaxed Agnes, trying to take the knife from her.
Just as he reached for it, Agnes suddenly shrieked. In the next heartbeat, the knife slashed fiercely toward me.
Swish!
The sharp blade tore a path from my forehead down to the corner of my mouth.
The burning, stinging pain instantly reminded me of my sophomore year of high school.
Back then, I had accidentally cut my index finger while chopping vegetables. When my mother came home, her eyes were filled with distress as she softly comforted me.
"It's okay, sweetie, it doesn't hurt." Her gentle words still echo in my ears until now.
I clutched my face and collapsed onto the floor.