nition continued, a

ashen, his eyes burnin

his voice shaking with suppres

ked, her victim act falter

full of pain and fury it seemed

ear in her eyes, then anger. "You'll

e and stormed out, slam

ut a frustrated anger. A brief, private breakdown, then a chilling composure. A q

is, helpless, a ghost in my own tragedy. I wanted to

neeling beside my body. He' d gently brush my ha

. "I'm so sorry. I should have p

g his passivity, his fear of her, his desire to keep the peace at

esolve would enter his

, Sarah. I promise you. She w

od his despair, his need for her to face consequences, but his plan

usly cleaning the kitchen, erasing any trace

summoned by a worried neighbor after see

empty calm. He' d confront her, not with rage, but with cold, hard f

, of course, t

omething that implicated them both, a shared destruction. Perhaps he'

always the same: a final, violent confron

g. Just a fa

in sweat, to the real sounds of my p

tion wasn't just a nightmare; it was a blueprint of what co

victim. And Dad wouldn't be d

save u