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Chapter 42 – The Girl in the Garden

Author: Kristina Angels
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-12 19:59:55

Carol’s POV

The walls of my room are painted soft pink, like the sky just before sunrise. They used to comfort me. Now, they just feel… dull. Lifeless. A color that promises warmth but never quite delivers. The scent of roses wafts in from the vase on my desk, a fresh bouquet Father insists on replacing every week. I used to love that smell. Now, it makes my stomach twist.

I sit on my bed, knees pulled to my chest, arms wrapped around Dove—the worn stuffed bunny I’ve had since childhood. I named her myself. Back when things were clearer. Back when I thought the world made sense.

Mom gave her to me. No—not Mom. That woman.

I shake my head. No. That’s not right either.

Father said she abandoned us. Took Lily and vanished. Said she couldn’t bear the weight of raising two daughters, and I was too weak for her liking. He said I should be grateful. That he saved me.

But if that’s true… why does my chest ache every time I think of her? Why does her lullaby still echo in the back of my
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