the tense silence of the house. Mark was on the sofa, his arm around E
flickering images of a generic sitcom playing to an a
k said, his voice laced with
erability, one Sarah had seen a hundred times. "Sarah, I was so worried. When you didn' t answer your pho
bag down by the door. She refused to play her part in thi
Emily' s voice cracked, and a single tear traced a path dow
her in years. Every conversation was a strategic move, a way to isolate Sarah further from Mark, t
t lately," Emily said, pressing a hand to her swollen belly. "Mark
twisted. If she denied it, she was a liar. If
He saw a fragile, pregnant woman reaching out to her callous sister. He
ng like ash in her mouth. It was a lie, but it was
t doesn' t seem like it. It seems like you resent Emily.
tears to her fiancé' s genuine anger. They were a team, and she was the
turning his attention back to Emily, strok
t fight. She wouldn't argue. There was no point. Their minds were
e sofa. As she climbed the stairs, she could hear Emily' s soft, sobb
o her new life. The knowledge was a shield around her heart. L
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