I felt overwhelmed with feelings. I seriously didn't know how to feel. Whether to cry or just scream to remove the ache that never seemed to leave my chest.
I had always known they were innocent. I had always known that they had been killed unjustly. My mother would never hurt anyone. Not intentionally. But what breaks my heart now, what really shatters me from the inside out, is that after so many years of being spat on, cast aside, labeled the traitor's daughter—it's finally confirmed.
She was innocent.
But it's too late.
They're dead. Killed for something they knew nothing about. Buried with lies they never had the chance to clear.
I sighed, long and slow, pushing my room door open and stepping inside. The moment the door shut behind me, I leaned against it, letting the cool wood press against my back.
There was this burning in my chest—an ache that throbbed with every breath. It wouldn’t go away. Not until I found whoever orchestrated that bloodbath and pinned it on my mother.
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