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 had fallen down

one believed her

her words echoing what she'd

of warmth

faded, Sawyer's hand came down hard across her

the side, and bright

He hadn't held back.

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

Sawyer were a judge, she'd already

a bitter laugh. "Lucky I'm not your real daughter, or you'd really

raised his hand again, but this time, it hovered in the

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

killed any love she'd ever had for them long

gotten into you?" He looked at Citrine as if she were a stranger. "I sent you abroad for years, and you come back

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