Zeden.
I was furious.
The kind of anger that made every muscle in my body coil tight, like a spring waiting to snap.
She was back.
The one person I hated more than anything in this world had walked back into my house like she still owned every brick and breath inside it.
Not just to visit.
Not just to play grandmother.
She came to interfere, to stir up old wounds, to remind me exactly who she thought I should be. Again.
Lightning flashed outside, bleaching the walls white for a split second, and the thunder that followed rattled the windows. It only fed the storm inside me.
I wanted to put my fist through something—anything. The wall. The mirror. Her face. Anything to release the pressure building under my ribs.
Mother only ever cared about one thing: herself. Her greed. Her
