Bloodlines and Betrayals
The rain drummed steadily against the windows of the Carter estate, as if mourning everything that had been lost—and everything that was still unraveling. Inside, the atmosphere was no less stormy.
Juliana slept soundly in the guest room, unaware of the war quietly building around her.
Anna stood in the hallway with Daniel, tension etched across both their faces.
“She’s not just a victim, Daniel,” Anna said, her voice low. “She’s your daughter. You need to step up now more than ever.”
Daniel raked a hand through his hair. “I know… it’s just… I missed everything. Her first words. Her first steps. Because I was too blind—too in love with a ghost named Isabella.”
Anna’s face softened. “Then don’t miss what’s next. She’s still young. She still needs you.”
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