Chapter 4 - A Mother Wakes UpEleanor stepped closer.
She saw the exhaustion in Clara's eyes.
Not anger.
Not revenge.
Just exhaustion.
The kind that came from surviving something for far too long.
“Look at yourself,” Eleanor whispered.
Tyler's nostrils flared.
“What did you say?”
“Look at what you've become.”
The words seemed to strike him harder than a physical blow.
“You don't know what happens in this house.”
“I know enough.”
“No, you don't!”
His voice shook the hanging cookware.
Leo flinched.
Eleanor noticed.
That single movement destroyed the last excuse she had left.
Her grandson wasn't merely upset.
He was afraid of his father.
Eleanor suddenly remembered all the times Leo had gone silent when Tyler entered a room.
All the times Clara had worn long sleeves during warm weather.
All the family dinners where Clara smiled too carefully.
She remembered explaining those things away.
Now those memories returned like pieces of a crime scene.
Eleanor realized something terrible.
Her silence had not protected her son.
It had protected his violence.
And perhaps that made her part of the problem.
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Tears slipped down her cheeks.
“I should have stopped this years ago.”
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