After five years apart, Julia looked nothing like the timid, dependent girl she used to be.

There was a softness to her now, the kind that came from being loved and taken care of. She still looked delicate, the kind that made you want to protect her.

I stared at her, my eyes burning and my whole body trembling with rage.

She took everything from me without effort, while Tess and I were tortured for five whole years.

Hanson and the others would never know.

What they called "learning manners" meant getting beaten by the staff, getting strapped to a chair and shocked, or being hung up and whipped until you stopped resisting.

They kept doing it until you learned to obey, until you stopped feeling anything at all, and until you became nothing but a puppet that followed orders.

At the beginning, I fought back. I screamed and told them who I was.

I told them I was the Wells family's heiress, that my family and my husband would never let this go.

But they used Tess against me.

The moment I showed even the slightest resistance, everything meant for me would be done to her instead.

So for Tess's sake, I gave in.

When they beat me, I curled up and didn't fight back.

When they threw food at me, I got on the floor and forced myself to swallow it.

When they tore my clothes and dragged me into a dark room, I had no choice but to endure it.

At first, I kept hoping my family and Hanson would come for me, that they'd find out what was happening, punish those people, and take us home.

But every time I woke up after another round of humiliation, the hope faded a little more, until there was nothing left.

The only time I felt like I was still alive was when I held Tess.

I thought about ending it more times than I could count.

But for her, I held on.

I dragged myself through five years.

Until three days ago, when Tess got her first period.

The way those people looked at her changed.

"It'd been five years. I'm already bored of the mom."

"She's only ten, but I've never had one this young."

"I wonder what a rich girl's kid feels like…"

The cold spread through me, all the way to my bones.

I couldn't let her go through what I did.

So I finally tried to run.

That night, I carried Tess and climbed over the wall. Even when I broke my leg on the way down, I didn't stop.

The people from the school caught on fast. I could hear them getting closer behind us.

I staggered to the edge of a cliff. There was nowhere left to go.

So I jumped.

I wasn't going to take her back to that place.

I knew I would die, but I never expected Tess to live.

I still don't know if that's a blessing or a curse.

-

"Julia, didn't we tell you to wait at the hotel?"

The moment Julia appeared, my mother hurried over to her.

My father and Edward followed, nodding in agreement.

"Melody never changes. I can't believe she ruined your wedding!"

The same family that once loved me now stood there, caring for the woman who practically caused my death.

It almost made me laugh.

"I was just worried," Julia said softly. "Is Melody still mad at me? Maybe we should call off the wedding. I don't want to upset her…"

Hanson didn't react.

She stepped closer and slipped her arm around his, but he moved away without making it obvious.

"Don't worry. I'll make it up to you," he said, his voice flat. "You're still in your wedding dress. You shouldn't stay. Go back."

For a second, something flashed in Julia's eyes. Then she turned to Tess.

"You must be Tess. You've grown so much." She glanced around. "Where's your mom? I don't see her."

Her gaze swept the room, as if she were afraid I might suddenly appear.

"Don't worry about that shameless woman," my mother said sharply. "She's not worth your concern."

Hanson frowned slightly, like he was about to say something.

Amelia's radio crackled.

"Captain, we got a report. A woman's body was recovered from the water near where the girl was found…"