Alexander Silver was both my monster and my savior, but he wasn’t the villain in my story. Not yet at least, the villain, the evil, the darkness in my story was my own father. I knew this. Did I go about it the right way? No, but I don’t regret it. He doesn’t get to win. He doesn’t get to own me in this way. I don’t belong to him. I belong to me. Lex likes to believe I belong to him and whilst he has my heart and my body, I am still me.
