Aria’s POV
The house was already in chaos.
Evangeline curled up in Marielle’s arms like a wronged animal, crying so hard her shoulders trembled. Her sobs echoed sharply through the spacious living room, each one like an accusation nailed into me.
Marielle held her without saying a word, yet the disappointment and blame in her eyes were sharper than anything she could have spoken. The way she looked at me—like I was something filthy.
Nathaniel’s face had gone so dark it was almost purple. He raised a hand and pointed at me, his roar nearly tearing the air apart:
“You pushed Evangeline down the stairs—were you trying to turn her into a vegetable too? Three years ago you maliciously harmed Juliette and spent three years in prison without a shred of remorse? And now you’re doing it again?
