Severing the Ties

Wren's POV

I looked at Daphne calmly.

There was not a single trace of emotion on my face, nor a single ounce of warmth left in my chest. I simply stood there by the heavy wooden doorframe, my knuckles still white from gripping the molding, and stared at the girl who had stolen my entire existence. She looked like a vision of innocence in her pristine white silk nightgown. Not a hair out of plac