Heather's POV
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The light swallowed me whole.
I fell through nothing, cold air rushing past my skin, until it all stopped. My bare feet touched soft soil, but when I looked around, I didn’t see Darrian. I didn’t see anyone.
Only a path. Narrow. Fog curling around the edges.
I inhaled, but the air was thick with sorrow.
A voice whispered around me, soft and feminine. "To heal, you must bleed."
A flicker of light illuminated the first memory.
I saw myself at age five. Hiding under a table, hands over my ears, as Marcus screamed at my mother.
"Worthless. You gave me weakness."
A slap. A whimper. My mother pulling me close, shielding me.
I blinked, and the scene changed. The night Marcus found out I was his daughter.
"You think being mine makes you special? It makes you propert
