Her Husband's Cruel Indifference

d and hard in her hand, a solid piece of a nightmare that felt unreal. David drove, his face a stone mask, the silence in the car thick with unspoken horror and her suffocating grief. He had made a

e grand foyer. She felt like a ghost. All she wanted was to go to Ethan' s room, to curl u

h a sorrow so profound it was a physical w

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pale, sterile cream. His small bed, shaped like a race car, was gone. His toy chest, overflowing with

the last pieces of a built-in closet. The floor was covere

s entire world,

aur toy fell from her numb fingers

t laugh from the far

nger mistress, was dressed in a soft, flowing maternity dress. Her hand was resting pro

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he grief that had been a silent, crushing weig

this?" Her voice

nterrupted. Lisa' s smile faltered slightly as she looked at

ply, as if it were the most normal thin

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space where her son' s bed used to be. The pieces of t

?" she stammered, the words catchin

id said, his voice laced with that same chilling i

ing with pain. "He' s dead! You killed him! O

old you, he failed the test. He showed he was weak. It' s a harsh reality,

f a child' s life. "This space was being wasted on memories. We have a futu

ing Ethan; he was replacing him. He was building a new life on th

support for her man. "David, darling, maybe this is too soon for her,"

ng as he looked at Sarah. "Life moves on. We are moving o

en her son' s universe. The last piece of him was being systematically wiped away, and the people responsible w