SYDNEY
I'm unimpressed as I watch my mother listen to and believe Alexis's fabricated story. Her expression grows more sympathetic by the minute. My father's anger seems to be boiling over, and I can tell he is on the verge of exploding.
With that, I am aware that they wouldn't think twice about hurting me again.
Their eyes pierce through me, their gazes like daggers aimed directly at my heart. Alexis's glare is particularly venomous, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and desperation. But I stand firm, unflinching in the face of her hostility. The truth is on my side, and I have nothing to fear.
I met my sister's gaze head-on, my expression unwavering. I knew that I had the upper hand, that I held the cards that would determine her fate. And with that knowledge, she couldn't do an
