The living room felt smaller after Christine stormed out. The fire in the fireplace crackled on, but the warmth did little to ease the heavy silence that had settled over the three of them.Garrett sank back onto the couch, his face pale, eyes distant. He rubbed his hands over his face, shoulders slumping as the weight of what he had just heard finally hit him fully.“I… I never believed you,” he whispered, voice breaking. “All those years even when you tried to tell me. You were just a boy. And I… I chose her over you. How long, son? How long did this go on?”Marcus stood a few feet away, arms crossed tightly over his chest like he was trying to hold himself together. His voice was quiet, almost detached, as if saying it out loud made it real again.“From when I was fifteen until I left at eighteen,” he said. “She started small. Touches when no one was looking. Then it got worse. She would come to my room at night, threatened me if I told anyone, she’d turn it on me, make sure you be
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