“You were lucky I married you.”
The house seemed to still around us.
At the top of the stairs, Sadie froze.
I saw Warren notice her.
I saw him choose not to stop.
“Do you think anyone in my family cared about your little government job?” he said. “Do you think they wanted some absent wife who disappeared for months and came back acting superior? You gave me daughters, Allison. Daughters. And then you expect my mother to pretend that’s enough.”
Sadie made a small sound.
Not a sob.
Something worse.
A sound like a door closing inside a child.
I walked to the stairs and looked up at her.
“Sadie,” I said softly, “take your sister into my room and close the door.”
She obeyed.
Only after I heard the latch click did I turn back to Warren.
“You’re done.”
He scoffed. “You don’t decide that.”
