three turned toward me.
Richard stepped forward.
“This isn’t over,” he said.
“It is,” I replied.
Evelyn tried another approach.
No audience.
No performance.
Only desperation.
“Harper,” she said softly. “We can fix this.”
I said nothing.
“We made mistakes,” she continued. “But this, this is too far. We’re still your family.”
Family.
Again.
I looked at her.
No control left.
No strategy.
Just fear.
“I gave you seven days,” I said.
She stepped closer.
“Please,” she said.
That word didn’t fit her.
“Not after everything. Not after the lies,
