Patricia’s smile vanished. Gerald stopped taping boxes.
“You can’t—” Raymond began.
“I can,” I replied. “And if you don’t leave now, my attorney will file harassment charges before your movers reach the truck.”
The silence was absolute.
They were gone within the hour.
When the door finally closed, the house felt empty—but it was still mine.
I sat on the floor where my medals had hung and allowed myself to breathe.
Marcus had seen every unseen wound. He had believed me when no one else did. And even in death, he made sure I would never be defenseless.
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