walked past them.

Violet laughed behind me. “That’s it? No tears?”

At the staircase, I stopped and turned back.

“No,” I answered quietly. “No tears.”

Then I went upstairs, shut my bedroom door, and made three phone calls.

One to my doctor.

One to my attorney.

And one to the security company whose cameras had recorded every second.

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