"How can you ask someone with a broken heart to come back?"
"Everyone has to pay for their actions, child. Do you understand?"
Tiana's cries grew more intense. She had understood, really, back when her parents divorced over that video call in court. But the longing for her mother had only grown stronger.
That night, she finally cried herself to sleep in Sue's arms.
Sue gently placed her in bed, tucked her in, and left the room. She saw Julian in his study but knew it wasn't her place to interfere. She was just a housekeeper. The family's affairs were none of her business, especially when the master and his new wife were so happy together, and the new wife was pregnant.
All she could do was pray for the poor, lonely child.
That night, Tiana had a strange and disturbing dream. She saw a little girl, who looked just like her, helping her father and grandparents yell at her own mother. The mother, broken by the child's words, walked away without a backward glance. The little girl was triumphant.
But as soon as her mother was gone, she saw her father, his new wife, and her grandparents leave together, abandoning her on a desolate, empty road. The child stood alone, terrified, with nowhere to go.
In the dream, Tiana cursed the little girl. *What a stupid idiot,* she thought. *Yelling at your own mother!*
Then, with a jolt, she realized the little girl was her.
She stood on that empty road, hungry and terrified, calling for her father, calling for Miss Felly, but no one answered. She had no choice but to run after the mother she had driven away, crying desperately, "Mommy, wait for me! Mommy, don't leave me!"
But her mother never looked back, never even seemed to hear her cries.
The words from her own daughter felt like a thousand tiny cuts, and Winona's heart ached with an unbearable pain. In her agony, she saw the boy behind Tiana raise a gleaming dagger and plunge it into her daughter's head.
"You little beggar," the boy hissed. "You're the only outsider in this family. Go to hell!"
"Don't hurt Tiana!" Winona screamed, the sound tearing her from the dream.
She woke up drenched in sweat, a splitting headache pounding in her skull.
"You're finally awake. You had me worried sick," Yves Prescott said, his voice laced with concern.
Only then did Winona realize she was lying in his arms. She tried to sit up but felt weak and limp. Her voice was raw and hoarse. "Where… where am I? What happened?"

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