Listening To My Familys Wicked Schemes

Summary

My life didn't just change that day; it fractured. It was the day the world stopped being a series of sounds and started being a symphony of secrets. I suddenly, inexplicably, possessed the ability to hear what people were thinking—the unfiltered, ugly truths they kept locked behind polite smiles.

The first voice to pierce my consciousness belonged to my "younger sister," Melody. We were standing in the hallway of our family home when her mental sneer hit me like a physical blow: Does this charity case really think she can compete with me for the inheritance? God, she’s pathetic.