I stared at my reflection in the small, cracked mirror. My lips twisted into a bitter smile.
Tomorrow was Lily’s birthday.
I missed her.
That sweet, bubbly little girl.
Who did this to you, Lily?
Who?
The question had haunted me since the day she disappeared. Since the day we saw the pictur of her lifeless, bloodied body—though no one had ever found it who had sent it and then I was accused of it.
Who could do something so cruel to an innocent child?
I needed to get out of that suffocating room.
The whispers of the servants followed me as I walked through the halls. The murderer. The monster.
I kept my head down, my vision blurring as I accidentally knocked over a vase. It shattered against the floor. I bent down, reaching for the pieces when my head spun. My left eye couldn't see clearly anymore. I blinked hard, trying to focus.
"You!"
The furious voice made my blood run cold.
My father.
"How dare you!" he roared. "You murderer!"
Pain shot up my arm as he grabbed me, his grip so tight it felt like he was trying to break me. He shoved me away with disgust.
"I didn’t mean—" My voice faltered.
My stomach dropped.
The shattered vase wasn’t just any vase.
It was Kian’s urn.
My brother’s ashes.