章節 99: KNIVES

It wasn’t just that I lost my mom and best friend in the span of two months. It was the fact that I knew my dad had a wife and son tucked away in some corner of his life—secrets he buried deep enough that I had to dig them up myself. And as if that wasn’t enough, I’d been embezzling most of his savings, all the money from his restaurant, like some kind of parasite feeding off a dying host.

But here's the truth: if you’re not fed love on spoons, you learn to lick it off knives. Maybe I was fed love on spoons, but it wasn’t enough. It never was. I realized villains aren’t born—they’re forged by the weight of their circumstances, their own mistakes, and the shit they can’t outrun.