Claire's POV
It was supposed to be a carefree day —a rare moment of peace where I could spoil Eliam and give Sissy her well-deserved fun. But life had a cruel way of testing me. My stomach churned when I locked eyes with the person standing before me.
Mia.
The very name sent a cold shiver down my spine. Her face hadn't changed much over the years, still wearing that smug, predatory grin that I had grown to fear during my school days.
Mia wasn't just a bully; she was a tormentor who thrived on my misery. I still remembered every horrific detail like it was etched into my skin. The humiliation. The fear. The endless nights spent crying myself to sleep, praying for an escape that never came.
She would lock me up whenever the opportunity arose. Once, she trapped me in the school's storage room. It was a weekend, and everyone had left. No one even realized I was missing for two whole days.
