She slipped beneath the blankets, pulled the covers back over herself, and settled into the same position as before like she had never woken up at all.
In bed, Daniella couldn't fall asleep again no matter how tightly she closed her eyes. Her thoughts refused to quiet.
Valentina's cruel words kept circling through her mind, tangled with the eerie resemblance everyone had noticed so quickly. In the silence of the night, the questions unsettled her far more than the fight itself had. How was it possible to look that much like someone else?
The more she dwelled on it, the more restless she became. Part of her wanted to return to her small town immediately and confront her father. She needed real answers now—no more half-truths, no more silence.
Her mother's hidden past surfaced next. The old photograph. The strange tension that always appeared whenever the subject came too close. Daniella wanted to dig into it all herself and finally uncover what had been buried for so many years.
