Chapter 6

Felix continued to try and repair our relationship, much like the sunflowers he’d plant every time we moved to a new place.

“Felicity, it’s going to get better. Once you’re well, I’ll take you back home, plant the sunflowers you love, and we’ll paint together again,” he promised.

I glanced down at my hand, still immobile. Could I even paint anymore?

Felix, sensing my doubt, spoke again with unwavering determination, “It will get better. I’ll make you well, and I’ll make those who hurt you pay for what they did.”

Right now, I was more worried about my grandmother. She should have been discharged by now. I had missed my chance to pick her up from the hospital.

I couldn’t face her looking like this. All I could do was beg Felix not to tell her, and to wait until I was better before seeing her again.

But that day, I received a video from an unfamiliar number.

In the video, a group of people surrounded my grandmother, whose hair was completely white, and threw rotten vegetable leave