Victoria Bella Volkov:

Mrs. Washington’s voice shattered the silence. "I know you killed my daughter!" She fell to her knees, her hands shaking as she reached toward me. "What did I do? Where is my daughter, Bella?!" Her scream echoed, a raw, desperate sound.

I stared at her, my throat tightening. I wanted to say something, but the words caught. "Mother, I…" The word felt foreign, like I didn’t even know her anymore. She didn’t deserve that title. Not after everything she did.

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