"It was purely by accident," Davey replied, smiling. "I didn't expect your foster father to guard you so vigilantly. You were quite fortunate."

His smile then morphed, becoming more sinister and twisted. “You didn't perish in the cold that night, nor were you suffocated in a trash bag..."

Raegan's eyes widened in horror. “It was you..." She gasped, piecing together the implications. "You're the one who put me in a trash bag and discarded me!"

"Not too dumb," Davey remarked, acknowledging her realization.

Davey's face twisted into a satisfied grin. "Indeed, you are quite lucky. When I threw you away in that bag, I slammed it against the ground several times, yet here you are, alive."

Raegan listened, her horror growing. How could anyone inflict such cruelty on a child? Her survival, she knew, was due to her body's flexibility as a child, described by her foster father when he found her in a garbage dump.

After bringing the young Raegan home, they discovered bruises covering her body. She was barely clinging to life. They nursed her, doubting she would survive. Yet surprisingly, she soon became energetic, and further medical examinations revealed no Lingering issues.

Raegan suspected the mud had cushioned much of the impact, and children's bodies were naturally more resilient. There were instances of children surviving high falls with minimal injuries.

While rare, such miracles did occur, and Raegan's case was indeed miraculous.

Reflecting on her narrow escapes from Davey's attempts to kill her brought a new calmness to her demeanor. Gradually, Raegan attempted to engage Davey in conversation. “Is my mom in your custody?" she asked.

Davey's facade of gentility vanished as he seized Raegan by the jaw, his eyes sharp and menacing. "Don't dare call that woman your mother. You don't deserve to, and I won't let you Live!"

The murderous intent in his gaze was unmistakable.

Raegan knew Davey intended to end her life. This deranged man, who had already tried to kill her twice, was certainly not going to pass up this chance.

Pain surged through her jaw as it cracked. Raegan struggled to breathe but managed to cry out defiantly, “Let me see my mom one last time... After that, do whatever you want..."

"Dream on!" Davey released Raegan abruptly, throwing her to the ground. His eyes were icy as he spat out, "You, a cursed being, shouldn't exist!"

Davey could not accept that his revered goddess had borne a child with another man. Such a blemish had to be removed!

Despite the searing pain in her jaw, Raegan continued to plead through her tears, "Just one look. Let me see my mom, please... I want to cross that off my bucket list.."

Davey found amusement in Raegan's acute awareness of her looming death, coupled with her sole desire to see Casey. He taunted, "You want to see her, but she might not want to see you!"

Raegan shook her head in disbelief. “You're lying. How could my mom not want to see me? She loves me. If it hadn't been for you kidnapping her and abandoning me, we would still be living happily!"

“It seems you won't believe it until you see it for yourself."