Jenny’s POV
I can hardly count the number of times I’ve been happy.
When I look back at my life, my childhood was the last time I ever smiled a real smile,a smile that came straight from my heart, without any fake sweetness or hidden venom behind it.
But over the years, I lost even that small comfort. I can't smile when I think about my childhood anymore. It doesn't bring me peace. It only holds dark, terrifying memories.
So many bad memories. So many loud, piercing screams. So much blood covering the floor. So much heartbreak, and so much senseless violence.
I lived through all of that horror. The three of us did, Simon, Jessie, and me. But there was one massive difference between Jasmine and me.
She forgot.
I didn't think it was even possible for someone to just wipe away somethi
