After her encounter with Kira, Anna immersed herself in practicing the dialogue Wilsmith had emailed for tomorrow's mock test.
She was hesitant, but the spark of eagerness in her chest wouldn't let her stop. When she read the script, the words themselves didn't feel hard to deliver. No, it wasn't the lines—it was the emotion behind them that tangled her heart.
"If only you knew how much I have loved you. Will you be able to know my heart?"
The dialogue rang in her ears like a confession she had once lived.
Anna's lashes fluttered, and memories crept in like uninvited guests. How desperate she had been back then to win Daniel's heart. How she had bent, broken, and lost herself while clinging to the foolish hope that one day he would finally look at her—not as a burden, not as a replacement, but as his.
But that day never came.
How could it, when his heart had always belonged to her sister? She had hoped till the very end, until there was nothing left of her to hope with.
