“Marielle—”
Looking at her lying in a pool of blood, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“How does it feel,” I said, “to be pushed out to take the knife by the daughter you loved the most?”
“Happy?”
“Hahahaha—”
But as I laughed, my eyes completely lost control.
Tears poured out, mixing with the blood on my face and streaming down my cheeks.
I knew what I must look like right now—so wretched I barely resembled a human being, more like a monster that had crawled out of a pile of corpses.
I raised my hand and pointed at myself hard.
“And what about me?”
“I am your biological daughter.”
“I bent over backward to be good to you, grinding my dignity inch by inch into the dirt, just to beg for one more glance from you.”
My voice trembled, but I didn’t stop.
“But how did you treat me?”
“In you
