Chapter 853

Jayde nearly lost it—but held herself together.

She stared at her sister, heart thudding. Emmie’s face had changed, the features altered. But the eyes were the same.

Without a word, she rushed over and hugged her tightly. “Your face… the fire… does it still hurt?”

Emmie touched her cheek, her gaze falling. The pain didn’t bother her much anymore—not compared to everything else. But Jayde’s worry chipped away at her emotional armor.

“It hurt, sis,” she admitted, her voice cracking. “So much.”

The fire. The immobility. The drugs that dulled her mind. The man who controlled her. The isolation.