"Think about it, Nyxara," Dario continued, his voice calm, steady, and entirely too analytical for comfort. "Have you ever actually looked at your birth certificate? Have you ever questioned why you look nothing like Nysa, and nothing like the people who raised you?" he asked.My mouth opened, but no words came out. For years, I had just accepted the reality I was handed. Nysa had always looked like a carbon copy of Caroline, spoiled, sharp-featured, and obsessed with appearances. Meanwhile, I had always stood out. My features were softer, my eyes a rare, striking shade of violet that nobody else in the family possessed. Whenever I asked about it as a kid, Caroline would just wave a hand dismissively and say I took after some distant relative on their side of the family tree. I had never thought twice about it because I had bigger things to worry about, like surviving my mother's cold neglect and Nysa’s tantrum.But hearing Dario say it out loud made a cold, heavy knot twist tightly
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