Reborn to ruin the man who broke me
Before I could ask what she meant, she walked away.
I remained where I was, holding the photograph and staring at the man whose face had begun appearing in my memories. I still didn't know who he was or what connection he had to my mother, but I was certain of one thing. Whatever I had forgotten about my previous life, some part of it was connected to him.
My revenge had started with Jude. Then it had become about my family, the lies they had told, and the things they had done to me.
Now it was becoming something else, something much older than the betrayal I remembered.