Davina's POV
I pressed my back against the frigid, merciless wall of the detention cell. The harsh clang of metal bars slamming shut still rang through my head as the guard secured our confinement.
My sisters, Dotty and Calista, were already tearing into each other with vicious words, their argument escalating by the second.
My mother, seething with rage and humiliation, positioned herself between them, desperately trying to silence their bickering.
"If you two don't pipe down right now, I swear to God..."
Calista and Dotty switched to shooting daggers at each other with their eyes instead.
I remained huddled in my corner, observing the familiar dysfunction unfold. That old, bitter feeling gnawed at my chest. This clan of mine never failed to attract trouble and shame like a lightning rod.
My entire existence had been spent craving freedom, yearning for a world beyond this madness.
