"I was wrong, Richard. I know I was wrong. Please, spare me."Sheila's screams gradually faded as she began to plead quietly, dredging up old grievances in a desperate attempt to survive. It didn't work. Dad's face stayed cold. All she could do was watch as he pulled out a beige scarf and looped it around her neck.For a brief moment, Sheila thrashed violently, then went still. She was dead, but her eyes stayed wide open, even in death.Dad slumped to the floor when he saw she was dead. He stared at his trembling, bloodied hands before bursting into laughter, which grew louder and more exaggerated until tears streamed down his face. Finally, he said, "Rae, I can protect you too.""Lies. I won't believe you, and I don't need your protection. You just feel sorry for me. I don't need your pity or you."Sheila was buried in the backyard, but her left leg bone was removed, polished, and crafted into a flawless bone sculpture.William couldn't reach Sheila and was too afraid to go to
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