The house was silent when they returned.Damien didn’t say another word after dragging Sorcha inside. He led her straight down the hallway, past the framed family photos and the staircase she had grown up running down barefoot, and stopped in front of her bedroom door.“Go in,” he said, his voice hard.Sorcha stood frozen, her eyes swollen, her face streaked with tears. “Dad, please. Just let me explain.”“There’s nothing to explain,” he replied without looking at her. “Go in.”She stepped inside on shaking legs. Before she could turn back, the door shut behind her with a sharp click. Moments later, she heard the lock slide into place.Her chest tightened.“Dad?” she called, rushing to the door and rattling the handle. “Dad, please don’t do this.”There was no answer.Heavy footsteps moved away.Panic surged through her. She ran to the window and tried to open it, but it wouldn’t budge. The handle had been locked too. She pressed her forehead against the glass, staring down at the dar
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