“Savannah Miller, for the safety of the minors in your household, I need you to turn around and place your hands behind your back,” Davis said, her tone devoid of empathy.

“We’re taking you in for a psychological evaluation.”

Helena screamed, stepping in front of me. “No! You can’t do this! Look at the mother! Look at her face — she’s lying!”

“Ma’am, step aside or you’ll be arrested for obstruction,” the male officer warned, a hand moving to his taser.

Lydia stood behind them with a smirk so small and venomous that only I could see it.

She had won. She had always been smarter, faster, and more ruthless than me. I was just a stupid sixteen-year-old who thought she could escape the devil.