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Chapter 4

Word Count: 769    |    Released on: Today at 16:20

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ooden steps to

d-silent hall. Dozens of cameras press

Whitfields stood shoulder to s

gling himself to block half the shot, and spoke

'voluntarily renounce my engagement,' take

sh bone. "And get on your knees and apologize. If you

and every syllable a blade. "Sister, if you'll just admit your mistakes to Mother a

Aimee? This is y

one suffer. "Put away that cheap pride you use around this house. Tonight, in front of every imp

ed wildly, stab

n front of me without a word, the m

rectly in front of me, arms folded, her gaz

ook me in

e. "Call me Mother. In front of every camera in this room, admit out loud that you ar

me M

our k

logi

imperious stare. Clint's grip crushing my wrist. East

pt to please, every carefully maintained thread of family affectio

th

o

he ballroom wall s

u

thing cracked like a s

It was not pain. It was a lightness, an emptine

ope of being picked up and driven home in the rain. Every particle of love, dependence, and devotion tangled around the name W

rmatting

link

ened into something like white noise carried up from the bottom of the sea. Hank's col

ghter, a sister, a fiancée was extinguished in that insta

ry camera was waiting for me

I opened

nto my hands slid free and fl

tted into a hard line. The s

major news outlets, I did not cry, did not shout,

nd met the stares of Hank,

ere clear as newly melted snow. No hatred. No resentment.

icrophone, in a voice that was perfectly stand

. Ma

gentlemen on

my mouth lifting into

ry. Who

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