[I saw the traffickers take my sister that day, but I pretended not to. I didn’t want to share my parents' love. Their love and money should only belong to me.]
And just like that, she erased me.
For ten years, she lived as me, basking in love and comfort.
But this time…
I was the one who had returned.
And I wouldn’t make the same mistake again.
They had planned this long ago. The moment I was found, they would use their final exchange opportunity to frame me for everything.
And my so-called parents? They believed every word. As punishment, they planned to sell me to a blind cripple in the mountains.
For ten years, I endured endless suffering in my sister’s place, believing that once I was rescued, my parents would make it up to me with love. But instead, all I got was a betrayal more cruel than I ever imagined.
That night, I set fire to everything, choosing to die with them.
Clenching my fists, I swore to myself—this time, they would all pay the price.
As I looked out the car window, the familiar scenery of Willow Creek came into view. I let out a quiet breath of relief.
Good. They still chose to sell me to the same place.