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Sienna

The world tasted of copper and old dust.

My head throbbed so badly I couldn’t tell if my eyes were open or if I was still trapped inside a nightmare. My lungs felt heavy, as if someone had poured wet concrete into them while I slept.

I tried to lift my hand to my chest, but my wrists pulled against something cold and tight.

Metal clinked against metal somewhere in the darkness.

“She’s waking up,” a voice said.

I knew that voice the way I knew my own heartbeat. I had hummed lullabies to t
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  • Ruin Me, Brother   178

    SiennaThe question hung in the air like smoke.I wanted to answer immediately, loudly, without hesitation. But the pause —the small, awful pause my tired, bleeding body allowed—was enough for Amelia’s face to harden again.“Can someone please tell me what’s happening?” Celeste’s voice cut through the room. She looked at May with the confused, wounded eyes of someone whose entire life had just been restructured without their permission. “Mother?”May’s expression didn’t just change; it wiped itself clean of anything human.“I’m not your mother,” May snapped, hitting her across the face. “I’m no mother to a stupid girl like you.”Celeste went very still.“What are you talking about?” Celeste finally asked. Blood dripped from her chin onto the concrete floor. I could see the confusion in her eyes.“I switched you,” May continued. “At the hospital, the night you were both born. I needed Amelia close to wealth and power so she would have advantages in this world. Her. She is your mother.”

  • Ruin Me, Brother   177

    SiennaThe world tasted of copper and old dust.My head throbbed so badly I couldn’t tell if my eyes were open or if I was still trapped inside a nightmare. My lungs felt heavy, as if someone had poured wet concrete into them while I slept.I tried to lift my hand to my chest, but my wrists pulled against something cold and tight.Metal clinked against metal somewhere in the darkness.“She’s waking up,” a voice said.I knew that voice the way I knew my own heartbeat. I had hummed lullabies to that voice when it was small and frightened. I had wiped tears from the face that voice belonged to.I had stayed up three nights straight when that voice was burning with fever, pressing a cool cloth to her forehead and whispering that everything would be okay.But tonight, that voice sounded like ice breaking beneath your feet, beautiful for one second, then terrifying.“Amelia?” I croaked; my throat felt like I’d swallowed broken glass. I forced my eyes open, blinking hard against the darkness

  • Ruin Me, Brother   176

    HenryMy phone buzzed in my pocket just as I pulled into the driveway.I thought it was Richard. I reached into my pocket, expecting good news—expecting another piece of the puzzle to fall into place, but it was an unknown number.A video. I hit play, my thumb trembling against the glass.The footage was dark and shaking, lit only by the dim light inside what looked like a moving van. And there, slumped in the corner against the cold metal wall, was Sienna.My wife.Her head was drooping to one side. Her breathing was slow and wrong. She looked like someone had drugged her. Her eyes were closed, her hands lay limp in her lap, and she didn’t have her shoes on.Then the camera flipped, and I saw Amelia’s face filled the screen.I had seen many versions of Amelia’s face over twenty-three years. The pouting child. The difficult teenager. The smiling, careful young woman who had learned to perform love without feeling it. But this face, this face, was none of those things.This was her rea

  • Ruin Me, Brother   175

    HenryI scrolled through my contacts and dialed David’s number.“Sir.”“David, I need you to conduct an investigation. A very thorough, very discreet investigation.” I kept my voice low. “Twenty-three years ago, my wife gave birth at The Queen’s Hospital. I need to know everything that happened that day—who was on duty, who had access to the nursery, and any unusual incidents reported. Everything.”“That’s going to be difficult, sir. Records that old—”“I don’t care how difficult it is. I need answers. And David? No one can know about this investigation. Especially not my daughter, Amelia.”“I understand, sir. I’ll start immediately.”I ended the call and went back into Sienna’s room. She was resting with her eyes closed, but I could tell she wasn’t asleep. Amelia sat in the chair on the other side of the bed, scrolling through her phone.Whatever had happened in that hospital twenty-three years ago, I was going to uncover it. Every dark corner of it. And then I would decide what came

  • Ruin Me, Brother   174

    HenryAt the hospitalI stood outside the hospital room, pacing back and forth while the doctors worked on Sienna. My mind was racing, my chest tight with fear and suspicion and a growing certainty that nothing about this situation was what it seemed.“Dad, she’s going to be fine,” Amelia uttered, standing beside me with her hands clasped in front of her. “You don’t want to make yourself sick with worry before Mother finally wakes up.”I could barely hear her. Every word she spoke felt so calculated and rehearsed. And I couldn’t stop thinking about that smirk I’d seen on her face earlier, that flash of satisfaction when she’d warned me not to show Sienna something that would make her faint.She’d known. Somehow, she’d known exactly what was in that envelope.“Dad—”“Be quiet,” I snapped, my patience finally breaking completely. “Before I say something I’ll regret.”“I’m just worried about you,” she spoke softly, widening her eyes in what I supposed was meant to look like genuine conce

  • Ruin Me, Brother   173

    HenryThree Days Later“How is this possible?”My voice came out shaking despite my best efforts to control it. I stared down at the document in my hands, the DNA test results that David had just delivered, and felt the world tilting beneath my feet.Subject: Celeste Monroe. Relationship to Henry Parker: No genetic match found. Probability of paternity: 0%“She’s supposed to be my daughter,” I whispered, more to myself than to David. “I could feel it. I was so certain—”“Sir, are you alright?” David asked.I couldn’t answer him. Couldn’t look away from those damning words on the page. Celeste wasn’t mine. That beautiful, kind, gentle girl who looked so much like Sienna, who had that same grace, that same warmth—she wasn’t my daughter.“Sir?” David said again.I forced myself to look up. “I’m fine. Thank you for handling this so discreetly. You may go.”David hesitated as if he wanted to say something else, then nodded and left my office, closing the door quietly behind him.The moment

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