Chapter 9 - The Ashes of the Past
Sarah tried to come back a week later. She stood on the porch, crying, begging for forgiveness, claiming she had panicked.
I stood in the doorway, blocking her path. Chloe stood right behind me, holding my arm.
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"You didn't panic, Sarah," I said firmly. "You chose yourself. You let our daughter drown because you didn't want to make waves. We don't have room for you here anymore."
I closed the door in her face and locked the deadbolt. For the first time in months, the house felt light. It felt safe.
