The old Fontaine family home loomed in the damp morning light, shrouded in silence after Jack’s sudden departure. Maria’s voice pierced the air as she looked sharply at Sarah, her expression etched with disdain and bitter sorrow.
"See?"
Maria's voice trembled, yet her tone was filled with harsh certainty.
"Jack’s left, just like I said he would. The moment you’re no longer useful to him, he’s gone. Is this the man you thought would protect you?"
Sarah’s chest tightened, but she kept her voice steady.
"Jack left because he had things to take care of, Mother," she said firmly. "He didn’t abandon us, and he never would."
Maria scoffed. "Words are just words, Sarah. Actions are what matter. And here we are, left with nothing. Maybe you should stop defending him and face reality."
Sarah
