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Chapter 4

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My mother's face changed in an instant.

"She's... at the riding club," she said, avoiding Grandma's gaze, looking down at her dress.

Grandma didn't say a word. She just stared at her, cold.

"The riding club?"

"I'll go get her."

"Valeria!"

Mamma stood up quickly, her voice shaky. "Sienna is... throwing a tantrum. I put her in the cellar to think about what she's done."

Grandma froze.

"What did you say?" she asked, each word slow and deliberate. "You locked Sienna in the cellar?"

"But you know today is Vivian's…" Valeria's voice trailed off into a guilty whisper.

Grandma's face darkened.

She stood up. She swayed, a little unsteady.

Mamma tried to help her, but Grandma pushed her away.

"Valeria!" Grandma's voice was shaking. "Sienna is your daughter, too!"

Mamma opened her mouth to say something, but Grandma cut her off.

"Yes, I know Vivian's fate is a tragedy. To be born knowing you won't live to see nineteen. I know you pity her. You want to give her a perfect farewell."

Grandma's voice rose, tears welling in her eyes.

"But what about Sienna? Is her life not a tragedy? What has she ever had that wasn't a hand-me-down? Her sister's old clothes. Her sister's leftover jewels. Even the men who should have been guarding her body, you gave to her sister!"

"Mamma, I didn't—" Mamma tried to argue, but her voice had no strength.

"They are both good girls, both of them... But you? As parents, don't you owe Sienna? Doesn't she deserve a little love?"

Mamma collapsed into a chair, covering her face. Her shoulders shook violently.

"And now, you won't even let them see each other one last time?"

Grandma's voice was hoarse. "Vivian is going to be... gone tomorrow. Sienna is her only sister. The sister she protected since they were little! How can you let Vivian go like this? You want her to go with regrets?"

"I... I didn't..."

Mamma's voice came through her fingers, broken. "I just wanted Vivian to be happy on her last day. I didn't want Sienna to upset her..."

The night grew late.

Vivian's door was shut tight.

"Go to sleep," Grandma finally said, her voice raspy. "Tomorrow... you have to be up early."

Mamma moved, as if to say something, but just shook her head.

"I can't sleep."

Papa didn't move either.

Grandma sighed and didn't push.

She stood, walked to the cellar door, and knelt down. She spoke softly through the crack.

"Sienna, Grandma's here with you. Don't be afraid."

My tears started falling again.

Time ticked by.

The morning light streamed through the stained-glass windows, lighting up the empty hall.

Grandma stood up and walked to Vivian's door.

"Vivian, come out."

The door opened.

Vivian walked out, looking radiant. There was no sign of death on her.

She said softly, "Grandma, Papa, Mamma."

Mamma shot up and rushed to hug her, holding her so tight it was like she wanted to merge them together.

Papa walked over, his hand trembling as he gently stroked Vivian's hair.

"Vivian..." Mamma's voice was a mess.

Grandma watched them coldly.

She watched for a long time. Then, she seemed to remember something and spun around to face the cellar.

"Sienna!"

Her voice was sharp in the morning quiet. "Quick, let Sienna out!"

Only then did my parents remember me, locked in the cellar. They started laughing through their tears.

"Yes, yes, let Sienna out! Sienna's still in the cellar!"

"Her sister's okay! This is wonderful news!"

Mamma pulled Vivian along, Papa leading the way. The three of them ran towards the cellar, their faces full of joy.

But as his hand touched the heavy iron lock, something screamed.

A shrill alarm blared from the bio-watch on Vivian’s wrist. ALERT! ALERT! TERMINAL STATE CONFIRMED. LIFESPAN COUNTDOWN REACHED ZERO...

My father’s head whipped around, his eyes wide with shock, staring at Vivian who was still standing there, very much alive.

The color drained from his face.

He snatched his hand back as if burned.

"No," he muttered, shaking his head. "The chip is wrong… It has to be wrong."
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    My mother's face changed in an instant."She's... at the riding club," she said, avoiding Grandma's gaze, looking down at her dress.Grandma didn't say a word. She just stared at her, cold."The riding club?""I'll go get her.""Valeria!"Mamma stood up quickly, her voice shaky. "Sienna is... throwing a tantrum. I put her in the cellar to think about what she's done."Grandma froze."What did you say?" she asked, each word slow and deliberate. "You locked Sienna in the cellar?""But you know today is Vivian's…" Valeria's voice trailed off into a guilty whisper.Grandma's face darkened.She stood up. She swayed, a little unsteady.Mamma tried to help her, but Grandma pushed her away."Valeria!" Grandma's voice was shaking. "Sienna is your daughter, too!"Mamma opened her mouth to say something, but Grandma cut her off."Yes, I know Vivian's fate is a tragedy. To be born knowing you won't live to see nineteen. I know you pity her. You want to give her a perfect farewell."Grandma's voice

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