*Beth’s POV*

I was aware that I wasn’t truly awake, but I was in a different kind of reality. My own. All the memories I had forgotten flashed before my eyes. The actual story of my life ran through my head like a movie, without all the parts I’d unintentionally blocked out.

First, I was a child. My father did not favor me. He would scold me and called me “mixed-blood.” My father would kick me, hit me, and slam my head into the ground. He ...