I turned my gaze toward my parents, desperate to see even a flicker of anger or disapproval in their eyes after hearing Alexander’s harsh words. But, as always, there was nothing. Their faces were as impassive and unaffected as stone, devoid of any emotion or concern. It was as if Alexander’s venomous outburst hadn’t even pierced their indifference.
Instead of addressing the cruelty of Alexander’s curse, my mother stepped forward with a facade of concern and began to comfort Abigail. The stark contrast between her feigned empathy and the reality of our situation was almost unbearable. It was clear that, in their eyes, I was the source of all discord. My existence had become an unwanted shadow over their so-called happiness.
The realization hit me with crushing clarity: They were all wishing for my death. My departure, it seemed, was the final solution to their problems. Without me around, there would be no one left to interfere with their ideal family dynamic. Abigail could finally enjoy her place in the sun without my presence looming over her. Their picture-perfect family of four would no longer be disturbed by my unwanted presence.