Chapter 1

The day of my discharge happened to be on my adopted sister Vivianne Sadler's birthday.

My parents, Andrew Sadler and Rosalie Bloom, told me it was Vivianne who'd voluntarily spoken about me, saying she was willing to "give me a chance to start anew". That was why my parents had agreed to discharge me from the "institution" I was in.

The said "institution" was actually called the Behavioral Correction Center.

It was a secluded organization owned by the Giovannis, a mafia family. On the surface, it claimed to be a wellness center that provided mental reformation for the children of the wealthy. However, everyone knew its actual purpose was to deal with those who defied the Giovannis.

I had already packed my luggage earlier in the morning, so I had been waiting by the door all this time.

However, not a single person from my family showed up all day long.

Only when night fell did my phone finally ring.

"Are you throwing a tantrum again, Vanessa Sadler?" My brother, Hugh Sadler, asked over the phone in a cold and firm tone. "It's been a year since you went to that facility. Haven't you learned to be considerate of others yet? It's Viv's birthday today. Why must you make everyone worry about you?"

My lips curled slightly, but there was not a single shred of warmth.

I'd spent a whole year in that facility, shut in a pure white room devoid of windows, the lights perpetually on. I had to write "I will be obedient" repeatedly each day. They even drugged me to keep me quiet and obedient so that I would not resist.

They called it "reprogramming".

Sometimes, I would be locked in what was called The Silent Room. It was a room that was devoid of all sound and noise. It was so silent that I could even hear my own breath, but I was never permitted to cry.

Now that a year had passed, I had finally learned to behave the way they wanted me to behave—smile, be quiet, act with poise, and not argue.

That was their so-called "treatment" for me.

Hugh continued snapping at me over the phone call. "Mom and Dad said you have to thank Viv for what she did for you. You wouldn't be free today if she hadn't pleaded on your behalf," he said.

I was silent for a long while. Then, I replied in a neutral tone, "I'm still at the facility. No one's come to pick me up yet."

Hugh went silent on the other end of the call. A moment later, he scoffed and suggested, "Find your own way home then. Or can you not bear to leave that place?"

I didn't respond.

Not bear to leave, he said?

The facility was like a prison that would never release its prisoners.

Someone else got onto the call. It was Andrew, whose voice rang out, low but powerful. "We mean well, Vanessa. You needed to reflect on yourself after what you did to Viv before," he claimed.

"I understand, Mr. Sadler," I responded softly.

Andrew went silent for a moment on the other end of the call before he hung up.

My knuckles whitened as I gripped my phone tightly.

Night had befallen the city at this point.

I was going to return to that house and retrieve my personal documents before leaving for good.

This entire year of "treatment" had only taught me one thing—how to gracefully walk away and never look back.