My dad hadn't looked me in the eye for 365 days. I'm five, mute, and I can hear everyone's thoughts — everyone except his. My dad's fiancée, Celine, pushed my mom down the grand staircase, and I saw it all. She threatened me: stay silent, or Daddy would disappear too. So I didn't say a word for an entire year. Celine forged a psychiatric report claiming Dad's touch traumatized me. He slept outside my door every night, too afraid to come in. Meanwhile, she planned to send me away to a "trauma center" and steal the $40 million trust fund my mom left me.I escaped, found Mom's hidden phone sewn inside my stuffed rabbit, and played the video of her murder at Dad's wedding — in front of 300 guests. Celine dragged me to the top of the stairs and tried to push me again, but Dad caught me. Now we have rules:every morning, he looks me in the eye and says my name.But at the cemetery gate, a man in a gray coat is watching. He knows I can read minds.And to him, I'm worth far more than $40 million.
