Chapter 6: This Is Not Me
Even the darkest souls were once born from the purest light.
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Darkness swallowed everything—until a flicker of light broke through.
I was seated in a grand living room, legs crossed, a thick book resting on my lap. Warm sunlight streamed through tall windows, casting golden hues across the polished floor.
I wanted to look around and take in my surroundings, but I couldn’t. Only then did I realize—I had no control over this body.
Suddenly, two soft hands covered my eyes from behind.
"Guess who!" a cheerful voice giggled.
I smiled without hesitation. "It’s you, Mia."
The hands dropped as a teenage girl laughed and leaned into view. She was about sixteen, full of life, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
It was his daughter... my youngest daughter.
"You always guess right," she pouted playfully.