I didn’t stop her.
There was nothing left to fix.
I turned back to Mike.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “You told me you didn’t have a good relationship with Claire, but I didn’t realize she was… like that.”
I studied his face, searching for something—anything—that felt dishonest.
I found nothing.
Only guilt.
Only regret.
And I believed him.
My hands were still trembling. My knees felt weak.
I didn’t know whether I wanted to scream at him, hit him, hold him, or walk away.
“She told me she couldn’t afford food or rent,” he said. “I bought her groceries. She showed me the account details. I knew it didn’t sound like you, but…” He sighed heavily. “I thought I was helping someone.”
I looked toward the path where Claire had disappeared.
“I know,” I said quietly. “She’s very convincing. But you should have talked to me.”
“I know. I was going to. I just didn’t know how.”
There wasn’t much else to say.
The anger was still there—but it had changed.
It wasn’t burning anymore.
It was heavier.
Sadder.
Something we would have to carry home and unpack, piece by piece.
He looked at me. “Are you okay?”
I almost laughed.
No—I wasn’t okay.
My son had handed me a hidden warning.
My husband had been secretly meeting my sister.
And my sister had tried to destroy my marriage.
But as the storm began to settle…
something unexpected took its place.
Normal life.
And for the first time since that cracked purple egg landed in my hand…
normal didn’t feel small.
It felt like a rescue.
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