Sophia's POVThe dream always started the same way.Richard was in the garden of Eleanor's mansion, fallen after the drop. His body didn't move, but his eyes were open. Fixed on me. I approached, the cold stone floor beneath my bare feet, and he didn't speak. Didn't ask for help. Didn't scream in pain. Just looked."Why did you never tell me I was your daughter?" My voice echoed in the dream, strange, distorted. "Why did you treat me so badly? Why did you want to destroy everything?"Silence.He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Blood trickled from the corner of his lips, and his eyes remained there, glassy, watching me as if I were a ghost."Answer me, dammit! Why didn't you kill me when you could? Why did you wait?"Nothing.Just the wind in the trees of the mansion. Just his eyes. Just the silence growing between us until it became unbearable.And I woke up.My eyes opened to the bedroom ceiling. Cold sweat ran down my back. My heart was beating so fast I could feel it in my
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