Karen
The door closed softly behind Roy, but the sound echoed in Karen’s head like a gunshot.
She stood there for a long moment, unmoving, staring at the exact spot where he had been standing—arms folded, jaw tight, eyes cold with a resolve she had never seen before. When the silence finally pressed too hard against her chest, she laughed.
A short, hollow laugh.
“So that’s it,” she murmured to the empty room. “You come here, tear everything apart, and walk away like the villain is me.”
She dropped onto the sofa, her hand instinctively going to her stomach. Her fingers trembled.
“He says he’ll take responsibility,” she scoffed aloud. “As if responsibility without marriage means anything in that family.”
She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, eyes burning.
“You think I don’t know w
