Bella’s eyes stayed locked on mine, full of pain. “He’s too lucky. He’s survived every attempt I’ve made to kill him. Some people just have incredible luck, and sadly, my luck seems to work against me,” she said.

I could feel the weight of her pain—both physical and emotional. Her scars weren’t just on her skin; they ran deep into her soul.

In many ways, I understood her—the hidden secrets, the unseen scars, the feeling of being an outcast, and the desire to escape from this ...