“She was impossible!”
The mask finally cracked.
Every polished smile, every complaint about sacrifice, every carefully constructed story collapsed in a single burst of anger.
“She screamed about money every day,” Chloe shouted. “She followed us through the house. She accused us of stealing before we had even taken anything!”
Julian closed his eyes.
“Stop talking.”
Chloe turned on him.
“You said she would sign the house over in a week! You said Elena never visited and nobody would question it!”
Mother made a sound like something breaking.
Julian looked at her.
For one brief second, shame crossed his face.
Then it vanished.
“You don’t understand,” he said to me. “We were drowning.”
“So you tied her to a bed?”
“I never hurt her.”
Mother stepped forward.
“You held the rope.”
Julian’s expression changed.
The entire room seemed to narrow around him.
“I was trying to keep you from falling.”
