My Family’s “Golden Child” Fled an Accident. They Tried to Make Me Confess. I Had Proof.

someone new. Someone who’d learned that the future isn’t something people give you as a gift. It’s something you build yourself, piece by piece, in the darkness when no one is watching.

Beatrice had been right about one thing: the old Elena had no future.

But she’d been wrong about everything else.

The new Elena’s future was just beginning.