Peter hung limp in the chains, his shirt long gone, his chest smeared with bruises, old cuts, and filth. A ghost of the man who had she has once called father.....Caleb was silent beside her. His body hummed with quiet rage, but he didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. Not yet.“Start from the beginning,” he said after a long beat.Peter didn’t move at first. Then slowly, like a marionette tugged to life, he lifted his head.His eyes, bloodshot and ringed with purple, found Lucy.He smiled.“Well,” he rasped, voice like gravel. “The cursed child finally returns.”Lucy didn’t blink. “Tell me the truth.”Peter tilted his head, cracking his neck with an audible pop. “Truth? Funny thing for you to ask, considering you’ve been living a lie your whole life.”Her fingers curled at her sides.“I didn’t kill her,” Lucy said softly. “And you knew it.”Peter’s lip curled. “Of course I did.”The words hit like ice water. Sharp. Immediate. Tears threatening to spill.Lucy staggered a step.“You… knew,
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