Marla
As we sat down for dinner, I couldn't shake the overwhelming urge to lash out at Crystal. Every fiber of my being screamed with resentment and jealousy at the thought of her being chosen as the fated Luna instead of my own daughter, Maurice. But I knew I had to suppress those emotions, at least for now. After all, I needed to maintain a facade of kindness and acceptance, especially with Maurice's soul transfer looming on the horizon.
I glanced over at Crystal, her presence a constant reminder of everything my daughter had lost. Despite my inner turmoil, I forced a smile and reached out to hold her hand. "I'm so glad you're back home, Crystal," I said, my voice strained with false sincerity. "I've missed having you around."
Crystal looked up at me, her eyes glistening with tears. "
