My father contacted the so-called world-class "Behavioral Correction Center" overnight.
Luna Roscente nestled against our mother, sobbing softly.
"Mom, let's send Stella to Switzerland. They have the most advanced medical facilities and professional specialists... This is all for her own good. I've heard many patients recover there. Maybe she'll come back able to live like a normal person."
This plea shattered our parents' last hesitation.
They immediately decided to send me abroad.
During the drive to the airport, suffocating silence filled the car.
My parents sat rigidly in the front seats, spines unnaturally straight.
Liam Anderson pressed close beside me, his gaze burning.
"Get proper treatment there. No more schemes. Maybe if you reform completely, you can return to this family."
Luna excused herself from seeing me off, claiming she was afraid.
I kept staring out the window without speaking.
As we entered the airport expressway, I finally spoke in a whisper.
"Mom, do you remember that lullaby Grandma used to sing to me?"
Mother's body went stiff.
"The one she composed herself, about how the whole world belonged to her little star?"
Her voice trembled.
"How could I forget... It was your favorite..."
"How curious."
I slowly turned my head, letting my gaze sweep across each face in the car.
"Last week I heard Luna humming it in her room."
"I asked what song it was—so lovely."
"She told me the orphanage teachers taught it to all the children."
The car plunged into absolute silence.
Mother's ragged breathing became painfully audible.
Father's sharp stare reflected in the rearview mirror.
The smirk froze on Liam's face.
I continued in that same innocent, quiet tone.
"That lullaby was never written down. No recordings exist."
"Grandma passed away a year before I disappeared."
"So logically, the only people who could know it are Dad, Mom, me..."
I paused slightly, watching the blur of scenery outside.
"...And the person who took me away from you."