It was an early and breezy Sunday morning in August. The streets were vacant and quiet, as the breeze picked up, making the butterfly bushes sway and flutter in the wind. The roads were worn from years of traffic passing through the vast town of Hope Groves. The only sound to break the silence came from a large white and tan church around the corner. "Passion Flows."
That was the choir singing praises to the Father. The beautiful music, however, was soon interrupted by a bickering family. Not just any family—this was the Hayze family. Their teenage daughter, Allison, was once again disagreeing with her mother. Allison looked up at her mother, pleading.
"Mom, why can't I go? I promise, once it's over, I'll come right home!"
Mrs. Hayze stared deeply into Allison's piercing, pleading chocolate-brown eyes. She gently brushed her daughter's wavy, dark ombre hair back and replied in a stern tone.
"Allison, I said no." Allison tried to interrupt again, but her mother quickly cut her off. "Now drop it." Her words were sharp and final. With that, she turned and briskly walked away, leaving Allison to trail behind.
Allison Monica Hayze wasn't your typical seventeen-year-old. She was an upcoming senior, eager to escape her parents' stifling control. Her family was well-known throughout the area. Her father, Mr. Hayze, was a successful CEO, constantly traveling for work. Her mother, Mrs. Hayze, was a renowned home designer with an impeccable reputation.
And then there was Olivia Kate Hayze, Allison's nine-year-old sister. The two were inseparable, like peanut butter and jelly. Since Olivia was born, they had done almost everything together. Despite their close bond, Allison couldn't shake the feeling that her family was wrapped in mystery.
One mystery stood out most: her mother's disdain for Christians and the church. Outwardly, the Hayze family seemed perfect. Wealthy, flawless, with no public scandals—no money troubles, no open marital disputes, not even a speeding ticket. But to Allison, it was becoming clear that perfection was just a façade. An act can only hold for so long before the truth starts to slip through the cracks.
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