"So that’s what happened."
Dusk had settled over the land, blanketing the world in shades of twilight. Sylvia gazed out the passenger-side window as her father, Glitheon, drove them back to the mansion. He always enjoyed being behind the wheel himself.
"Sweetie, did you do that on purpose?" he asked.
In the dim light of the car, Sylvia gave a quiet nod.
"I have no reason to hate her," she said, her voice low.
"...I see." Glitheon’s
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