**TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains sexual assault and/or violence, and suicidal thoughts that may be triggering to survivors.**
Dream
Adea
A key jingles and I can taste the stomach acid on my tongue. My gaze darted to the window, the sun hasn’t set yet. Why is she already opening the door for me? Had I already been found out? Did he know what I had planned?
My heart was racing a mile a minute as the door creaked open. My sister stood in a beautiful opal-colored dress, her hair falling down her back in one large braid. Brown eyes that matched mine stared down at me, they lacked warmth.
Her lips form a bitter thin line as she threw a cloak on the ground. It was a deep violet and had gold running along the seams. The contents of my stomach threatened to come up. I slid my gaze back up to meet hers as I waited for her to tell me what it was for.
“Daddy wants you to wear this.”
