Introduction

The last thing I remember was the gnawing hunger, locked in the shed by my parents who believed my adopted sister' s outrageous lie.

"I'm a time-traveler!" Britney had shrieked, claiming I'd ruined our family in a past life and killed them.

My own parents, without a single question, bought her story, seeing her as a savior and me, their biological child, as a monster.

They bound me, broke my limbs, and left me for dead in our dark, dank basement, all to ensure Britney got everything I had worked for.

How could they be so blind, so cruel, so willing to believe a fantasy over their own daughter?

Then, I opened my eyes to sunlight, my body whole, only to hear Britney' s cheerful voice from downstairs, alive, on the very day she claimed to be a time-traveler.