Her Daughter’s Lover
It was about the people we loved, the family we protected, and the bonds we refused to let break.
Later, after the girls had fallen asleep, Lucian, my father, and I sat in silence. The house smelled faintly of smoke, sweat, and fear—a scent I would never forget. My father held the recording device, replaying the villain’s voice one last time. Every confession, every cruel detail, every justification for his obsession with me… it was all there, preserved as evidence, as proof of what we had survived.
“I can’t believe he…” my father’s voice trailed off, tears streaking his face. “I never wanted you to see this. I never wanted any of this to touch your life.”
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