Thunder shook the house like a monster demanding entry.
One…Two…Edna counted until it passed.
Silence.
The house had become a tomb. Her adult children had rebuked every plea for forgiveness. Sometimes—like right now—she’d speak to the pictures instead.
It’s all your fault, slithered a voice that wore the face of her husband. She wanted to spit on that face now. Instead, she ran a finger over each child in the picture.
Why did she ignore the abuse happening right under her nose? She had the perfect family…perfect…perfect…
At what cost? Her not-husband asked.
Silence was her only answer.
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This is a good one. Good work.