Chapter 1

Citrine had often wondered: if she could return to being three years old, would she ever have called Sawyer Iverson "Dad"?

More than once, she'd fantasized about giving back the life he'd given her-she just never thought she'd actually get the chance.

But she did die, truly and utterly, at the bright young age of twenty-eight.

So when she opened her eyes again, it was a shock to find herself back at seventeen.

Back then, she'd only been home from abroad for six months.

Havencrest General Hospital.

A girl in a faded black jacket and jeans knelt alone beside a hospital bed. Her stubborn little face was pale as chalk, but her tightly clenched fists betrayed the storm inside her.

"Citrine Iverson, apologize." Sawyer's voice was cold and hard as steel.

a fight with Jeanette Iverson. Jeanette

one believed her

Citrine slowly lifted her head, her words echoing what she'd said in her

hadn't seen in years, there was not a hint of

faded, Sawyer's hand came down hard across

snapped to the side, and bright blood trickled

He hadn't held back.

you refuse to admit it. How could I have a daughter like you?" Sawyer's voice shook with disappointment and disgust. Citrine met his gaze

she'd

let out a bitter laugh. "Lucky I'm not your real daughter, or

his hand again, but this time, it hovered in

and steady. "Don't expect an apology. And if you keep pushing, I might just

family had killed any love she'd ever had for them long ago. Sawyer

you?" He looked at Citrine as if she were a stranger. "I sent you abroad

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