The Fortress at the Graveside
Darren dropped to his knees in front of me.
“Demi, please,” he begged. “We’re family. Ask Marcus for help. Anything. What would your father think?”
I looked down at him.
“Do not speak about my father,” I said quietly. “You lied beside his casket. You tried to humiliate me. You made your choices. Live with them.”
I turned away.
Outside, the air was cold, clean, bracing. Marcus opened the car door for me, and as I slid into the seat, I felt something inside my chest finally loosen.
The knot was gone.
The reckoning had come.
And it wasn’t finished yet.
