The maid shoved the pregnant woman down the staircase. Everyone thought they had just witnessed attempted murder.
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Chapter 12 / 15
Chapter 12: The Weight of Memory
Emily rarely visited the old staircase anymore.
But today was different.
Her daughter ran ahead of her, small footsteps echoing against polished wood.
“Mom! Is this where it happened?”
Emily stopped halfway up.
For a moment, the past pressed against her chest—sharp, suffocating.
The fall.
The lies.
The silence of people who chose comfort over truth.
“Yes,” she answered softly.
Her daughter looked around, curious rather than afraid.
“It doesn’t look scary.”
Emily smiled faintly.
“It isn’t anymore.”
Clara appeared at the top of the stairs, watching them.
Emily met her eyes.
They didn’t need to say anything.
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Some wounds didn’t disappear.
But they no longer controlled the story.
