Kylie’s POV

Flora leaves the hospital, her triumphant laughter echoing in my ears. My hands clench into fists, anger simmering beneath my calm exterior. “She thinks she’s won,” I mutter to myself, my determination hardening. “But this is just the beginning.”

I turn to my family, their faces etched with worry and confusion. My mother steps forward, her eyes searching mine. “Kylie, what’s going on? Is everything alright?”

I take a deep breath, ...