The Unbreakable Spirit of Sarah

pression had been a dark fog, but it was lifting, slowly, painfully. Mark, her husband, had used it as a weapon, declaring her unfit, sending their toddler Lily to liv

t had saved her father, David, from financial ruin by orche

a knew things, saw things. Her unspoken sympathy was a tiny island in Sarah's ocean of isolation. "You look better today, Mrs.

ng, reaching for Sarah, her small face confused. Sarah had been deep in the PPD then, a shadow of herself, too weak to fight, too lost to understand the depth of his cruelty. He had always been dismissive, but this, this was

wner. Sarah' s heart hammered against her ribs as the elevator ascended. She found Tiffany on t

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playing on her lips. "Oh, the

alcony off what looked like a spare room, the sun beating do

t there?" Sarah deman

y said, waving a dismissive h

as the child shifted. Her own palm prints. Fury, h

"She needed discipline. Somethin

" Sarah' s voice

ng, silk dress draped over a chair. "Mark bought me this. Just like he bought you that little t

designer dress, a rare moment of feigned a

id when he answered, her voice desperate. "You need to come h

you having another episode? Tiffany kn

ne wen

iffany. A chilling premonition gripped her, a sense of impending, awful finality

d. A small, desperate

of the lower terrace, looking down. Lily lay on the stone patio

. Her Lily. Gone. The sun beat down, indifferent. The city