After my stepfather injured my twin sister and me, he brought us to the hospital. My mother calmly told the doctor, “They just fell down the stairs.” My stepfather smiled, thinking he had won. But as the nurse checked my vitals, I slipped a handwritten note into her pocket, and…

but I was too small, too light. The room tilted violently as his closed fist connected with my temple.

The darkness rushed in, but not before I heard the final, fatal sound of his voice mocking us. I welcomed the blackness, knowing the trap had already been set.

Chapter Two: The Anatomy of a Trap

When my senses finally clawed their way back to the surface,continue reading …