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I calmly picked up my coat.
“No, Evelyn. It never did.”
Daniel stared at me desperately.
“Emily, we can fix this.”
I shook my head.
“There is nothing left to fix.”
That evening, I returned to the mansion.
The locks had been changed.
Evelyn’s belongings were gone.
Daniel’s expensive suits no longer filled the closets.
For the first time in years, there were no insults, no shouting, and no one telling me I wasn’t good enough.
I stood beneath the enormous crystal chandelier, remembering the afternoon my
