Mrs Williams POV
The tears came slowly.
Not delicate.
Not movie-scene pretty…. but ugly and loud.
I slid down the wall and let it happen.
How did the man who once kissed me in the rain now plan my daughter's death over tea? How did the man who once held her in his arms say nothing as wolves circled her name?
And me?
I cried for myself.
Because the man I married was gone. Or maybe he was never real, to begin with.
I was too late. Too stupid. Too quiet.
I blinked, staring at the floor but as if my mind was aching to betray me, I saw something else entirely—something far away, soft around the edges like an old photograph. The memory came flooding back.
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The sky had turned gold, painting our backyard in soft hues. Sophia was maybe five or six. I couldn't quite recall…all I re
