The next morning, I returned to the estate with two police officers and Megan to collect my belongings and secure the house. I walked into the nursery and saw that Tiffany had already replaced my favorite curtains with something cold and modern.
She had even moved my mother’s old wooden rocking chair into the dark corner of the garage. We found it behind a stack of empty boxes, and although it was dusty and scratched, it was still solid and whole.
We carried it back into the nursery and I sat in it for a long time while the sun filled the room. The house was quiet, and for once, the silence did not feel like a heavy weight or a looming threat.
I saw Harrison’s wedding ring on the kitchen counter next to a pile of legal documents he had left behind. I did not touch the gold band, but I did pick up the folder that contained the records for Miller Manor.
Leaving Harrison did not fix everything in a single day, and it did not take away the fear that still lingered in my mind. But it gave me back the one thing he had worked so hard to make me forget over the last six years.
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