After James left, Derek had been sober.For the first time in many years, he wandered through his house with heavy heart.For the past few weeks, he had been held captive, but now, he was free.But for some reasons, the wight on his shoulders felt more heavier than ever.As he stood in the hallway, the distant ticking of the clock echoed through the house like a countdown to something he was not sure he could face.Everything felt different. The light did not shine the same way through the windows. The warmth of the place was gone, stripped away by betrayal, regret, and the unbearable truth.He moved slowly through the foyer, his steps heavy with uncertainty. On the far wall hung a series of framed pictures.The ones he had passed a thousand times but never truly looked at.His eyes locked on a small photo tucked near the edge. It was old, faded at the corners, but unmistakable.It was that of Roxanne.She was barely five years old when the picture was taken.Her smile was angelic.
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