ANMELDENBETTYIt’s been three whole months since I walked out of Blackwell estate with Grace’s hand in mine and suitcases that felt heavier than they had any right to be.If someone had told me back then that I would be standing here now, breathing easier, thinking clearer, living without that constant weight pressing down on my chest, I would have laughed in their face because nothing about that day felt like the beginning of something good.And yet… here I am.Living in Rhys’s building with Grace has been amazing, in a way that almost feels dangerous to admit out loud.Like if I say it too confidently, the universe might hear me and decide to correct it.Grace struggled more than I allowed myself to fully acknowledge in those first few days because if I had sat with it for too long, I might have broken under the weight of what I had done.There were tears that came out of nowhere, small at first and then louder when she realized they were not going to magically stop the change.Then there w
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BETTYThe rest of the way, I go over the plan in my head one more time, repeating each step until it feels real, solid, possible.Accept Rhys’s help. But only until we find our own place. Take on more work to keep Grace in that worldly expensive school because she needs at least one part of her life to be stable.Build a new life. Find peace, and lastly, find a new way to be happy.My fingers loosen slightly around the steering wheel as I repeat it in my mind, until I pull up outside the building with Rhys’s club and convince myself I can do this.The building rises in front of me, sleek and dark against the brightening morning sky, the large sign still dim now that the club has closed for the night.The street is quiet, but is that kind of quiet that comes after chaos, when the city is catching its breath before starting all over again.Rhys is already outside waiting for us, and the mere sight of him makes something in my chest ease.He stands near the curb with his hands entwined b
BETTYAs the estate gates begin to disappear behind me, my chest finally caves in, and my fingers tighten around the steering wheel until my knuckles ache beneath the strain.I try to keep my eyes forward, force them there, but every few seconds they betray me, drifting upward toward the rearview mirror where I can still see it. Everything we are leaving behind.The black iron gates. The winding driveway. The endless stretch of green, and the roof of the only home Grace has ever known.A sharp breath catches in my throat, but I swallow it down. Hard. Because we are not just leaving the walls and rooms behind.I am leaving Harriette’s voice calling for breakfast in the garden. Grace’s laughter bouncing through those endless halls. Movie nights in the guest house. And I had somehow started building without realizing it.I blink hard and drag my eyes back to the road before the tears threatening behind them spill over.This isn’t how I thought the morning would go.I left the guest house
NATHANIELGrace is still in her pajamas, and the sight of her alone nearly brings me to my knees.Her tiny pink shirt is twisted from sleep, one shoulder slipping free beneath the mess of dark curls flattened on one side of her head and springing wildly on the other.Betty guides her carefully down each step.Her eyes are swollen with sleep, her lashes clumped together, her cheeks pink and warm from the bed she has clearly been pulled from too soon.The confusion etched across her little face is so pure, so innocent, that something inside my chest tightens with such brutal force I have to part my lips and force air into lungs that suddenly refuse to work.She rubs at one eye with the back of her hand and blinks blearily into the morning light spilling through the windows, looking around the foyer as though trying to understand why everyone is awake, and why the house feels wrong.Finally, she sees me. Then Harriette. And I watch her little brows pull together, the confusion deepening.
NATHANIELThe silence stretching between us is alive.My mother stands opposite Harriette, one hand still pressed against her cheek, her fingers trembling over the angry red imprint left by Harriette’s palm, her face flushed with outrage and disbelief as she slowly turns toward me, her eyes widening with expectation I know too well.She wants me to intervene. She wants me to say something. She wants me to do what I have always done and take her side.But all I can think, standing here in the middle of this wreckage, is that she should have known better.Everyone in this house knows better than to speak Betty’s name with venom in front of Harriette.And if I am being honest with myself, if I peel back the layers of anger and grief clawing through my chest, there is a part of me that feels something dangerously close to satisfaction.It is twisted. Ugly. Not something I would have recognized as mine a few months ago. But it is there.A bitter, shameful sort of relief that someone, final
BETTYMy fingers wrap around the coffee cup, trying to siphon warmth from it, but the chill still clings to my skin.The cold this morning feels sharper, like the world itself is bracing for something.I am sitting by the window of a small coffee shop downtown, the scent of roasted beans and vanill
BETTYThe moment I step out of the Virnkirk mansion, the cold wind cuts across my face, sharp enough to sting.My chest rises and falls too fast, my pulse pounding in my ears, the words I had just thrown at Nathaniel echoing so loudly I can barely breathe.“Fuck,” I slap my forehead gently. “What h
BETTYI can’t bring myself to go back home yet, probably because I’m still riding the strange high from the meeting I just had with Amanda.There is something else I need to do first, something I’ve been avoiding for far too long, and because for the first time in a long while I feel like I’m done
Hi my beautiful readers 🤍 I know I’ve been quiet for the last two days, and I wanted to thank you for your patience and kindness. The holidays asked me to slow down for a moment, but I never stopped thinking about this story or about you. I promise to resume posting two chapters a day starting







