Mom had nothing left.She sold the house, the one packed with proof of her sins, transferred every cent to Dad, and moved into a damp basement apartment with no sunlight.It became the prison she built for herself.The peeling walls were covered in photos of me—from my toddler years to the awkward-smiling teenager I became.Between them, she taped printed security screenshots of every expression she'd misread.Then her guilt turned almost insane.To understand my pain, she hurt her own face in front of the mirror, following medical diagrams and forcing herself through the same unnatural expressions I'd struggled to make.When it got unbearable, she kept going.She wanted pain to drown out guilt.Her whole world became me.Outside, though, the damage she'd created kept spreading.After transferring schools, Maya was iced out.Everyone knew her as the girl who killed her sister.Dad buried himself in work and had no idea how to fix a kid already twisted inside.So Maya foun
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