The warehouse door opened slowly.
Footsteps echoed.
And then she walked in.
My mother.
Calm.
Elegant.
Like nothing was wrong.
Victor looked shocked.
"You?"
She smiled slightly.
"You were useful."
Victor stepped back.
"You lied to me."
She shrugged.
"Everyone lies."
Daniel looked at me sadly.
"I told you."
My chest hurt.
"Why destroy your own daughter?"
Her answer was simple.
"Power."
Silence.
Then she said something even colder.
"You were never strong enough to keep it."