Ella stood outside the house, her breath hitching in her chest. The night air was thick with tension, the events inside with Tania still fresh in her mind. She had just learned that Tania had been responsible for more than she could have ever imagined. Her legs felt weak, but her anger burned stronger than ever.
As she was about to walk to her car, she saw Ethan emerge from the front door. His eyes were haunted, reflecting the guilt he’d carried for years. Their gazes met briefly, but neither spoke. The awkward silence between them seemed to amplify the storm that was brewing.
"How’s Grace?" Ella asked, her voice trembling with a mixture of concern and frustration. Grace might have been caught in this web of deception, but she was still a child an innocent victim of Tania’s manipulation.
