A/N:Read the note on the last paragraph of the Chapter, do not skip it guys.
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The or worse carried the weight of a woman who’d watched her brother die in an "accident" that wasn’t one and had understood, in the black, sleepless months that followed, exactly what Harold was capable of.
"I told myself I could protect you better from inside the lie than outside it. I told myself I could wait. Watch. Gather proof. And then... ti passed. And doubt beca guilt. And guilt beca paralysis. And paralysis finally beca ten years."
She reached across the island. Her hand lay there on the quartz — open, palm up, trembling slightly. Not from weakness. From the sheer, exhausting effort of holding herself together long enough to say the words her daughter needed to hear.
Delilah didn’t move to take it.
But she didn’t pull away either.
"I failed you, baby" lissa said simply. No embellishnt. No excuse. Just the three words, stripped bare. "I failed all three of you. And I failed her — the little girl I never got to hold before Harold took her from before she ever drew breath."
Delilah’s throat worked. Muscles moving under skin, swallowing sothing that wanted to co out as a scream or a sob or both.
"Why?" she asked, voice cracking down the middle. "What was the point?
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