Sierra’s POV
The walk back to the estate felt like a slow descent into chaos.
Every step carried the weight of a truth I hadn’t asked for.
When we finally reached the entrance, the heavy doors swung open before we could touch them. And standing there, his face a storm of emotions—was Mr. Smith.
His usual calm, fatherly demeanor was gone. His eyes, dark with an emotion I couldn’t place, locked onto my mother.
“You told her,” he said, his voice low and strained.
My mother didn’t answer immediately. She just exhaled, her shoulders sagging under the weight of the moment.
“She deserved to know.”
Mr. Smith’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. “No. She deserved to be safe.”
His words hit me harder than I expected.
Because through the anger, the tension, the pain—there was love.
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