(Author’s POV)The journey back to her room felt longer than usual. The servant pushed Ruby's wheelchair through the grand hallways of the Vale mansion while silence surrounded them. Yet it wasn't truly silent.As the elevator doors slid open on the upper level and Ruby was rolled down the long, carpeted corridor toward her bedroom, a sound floated up from the grand foyer. It was laughter. Bright, musical, and entirely unburdened. Ruby caught the distinct, melodic chime of Vivian’s giggle, followed by the low, rumbling chuckle of her father, and the soft, approving hum of her mother. They were sharing a joke. They were enjoying a pleasant, intimate post-dinner family evening.The contrast was stark, downstairs, a vibrant tapestry of familial joy and upstairs, a cold, dark tomb reserved for the daughter who no longer fit their perfect narrative.A single tear, hot and treacherous, escaped the corner of Ruby’s left eye. It traced a slow path down her pale, hollow cheek. Before it could
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