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CHAPTER 57

Author: Six Cats
last update Last Updated: 2025-01-02 20:19:32

JUDY’S POV

I had been staying by my father’s side the entire time, unable to leave him for even a moment. His condition weighed on me like a heavy stone, each passing hour filling me with a sense of helplessness and guilt.

My mother, too, had been deeply affected. Overnight, the stress and anguish had aged her; her face had grown pale and hollow, and dark circles lingered beneath her tired eyes. She looked frail, a shadow of the strong woman I had always known.

Her pain came with blame—blame directed towards me, and blame directed towards the choices we had made.

“If only we hadn’t left Chris’ house,” she had muttered to herself more than once, her voice cracking under the weight of her grief.

“If only we had stayed and let Jason find us jobs. None of this would have happened. None of it.”

At first, I stayed silent. I couldn’t bring myself to argue or refute her words, because deep down, I feared she was right. Her accusations, though quiet and mournful, began to chip away at my re
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