After that day, Stanley left me alone for 3 full days. I figured he'd finally run out of patience and gone home.
Then, on the afternoon of the 4th day, I opened the gate to my little cottage and saw three people standing in the yard.
Peter and Tiffany had more gray in their hair than I remembered. Their backs looked a little more stooped too.
Wyatt stood beside them with a deep frown, exhaustion written all over his face.
The second Tiffany saw me, she burst into tears.
She stumbled toward me and grabbed my hands.
"Sharon, my baby! Please come home with me. I was wrong. I played favorites. I failed you. I'm so sorry!"
Wyatt spoke up beside her, his voice low and serious. "Sharon, come home. We kicked Nicole out. We saw the messages she sent you. We saw the security footage from the
