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90: I Want To K*ll Him

Author: Ms. Anonymous
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-09-06 05:35:52

RHEA

I wet my suddenly dry lips and stare at the photograph on the screen.

I’ve never been delusional about what my mother must have suffered.

But there’s a difference between knowing something and having it shoved directly in front of your face.

Ignorance really is bliss.

It’s easier to live with horrors you’ve gone numb to. Easier to tuck them away beside everything else that happened before the orphanage and pretend they belong to someone else.

But this?

This is different.

I’m staring at the
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