C119 CHAPTER HUNDRED EIGHTEEN

Enya pov

Her words make sense, so do her intentions, but deep down, I'm hurt beyond repair.

All my life, I've been nothing more than a puppet in someone's hands, and it was foolish of me to think that would stop. It wouldn't. Sooner or later, someone would find a way to use me as they pleased. The same as my newfound mother did.

She can tell me she had only good intentions