The hallway was dark, silent save the sound of the ticking clock on the wall and the soft whispering of leaves against the window. Evelyn emerged from her bedroom in her bare feet, holding her empty glass. The house seemed strangely dense tonight, heavy with suspense she couldn't quite put a finger on. She crept down the hallway to the kitchen, still adjusting to the dim light. That's when she heard it. The sharp tone of her father’s voice cut through the silence. “I’ve had enough, Rosaline,” he snapped. “I’m not going to tolerate this under my roof any longer.” Evelyn paused mid-step, frozen. Her hand tightened around the glass. Rosaline—her mother—spoke next, her voice softer but laced with desperation. “Please, just give me a little more time. I’ll talk to her. She’ll understand. She’s just traumatized coping with—” "Traumatized?" her father cut in, nearly scoffing. "This is not trauma. This is disgrace. What sort of example is she providing for Evelyn? What is our dau
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