I arrived at my sister’s house without wa:rning and found her curled up asleep on

Elena’s eyes widened in disbelief as she slowly sat up. Her confusion was palpable, mingling with a sense of relief as she processed the scene unfolding before her. The weight of years under Daniel’s manipulation seemed to lift, even if just slightly. I crouched beside her, the warmth of my coat around her shoulders offering a fraction of the comfort she desperately needed.

“Elena, it’s going to be okay,” I assured her gently, my voice steady but filled with emotion. “I’m here now. You’re not alone.”

Daniel’s bravado crumbled. His eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape, an ally, but finding none. The guests, previously entertained, now stood awkwardly, shifting uncomfortably, their judgmental stares piercing through the façade he had so carefully constructed.

The woman in the red dress, sensing the tides turning against her, stepped away from Daniel, distancing herself from the chaos. Her gaze met mine, and she quickly averted it, shame painting her features. She had been a part of this masquerade, but it was crumbling with every passing second.

“Clara,” Elena whispered, her voice hoarse but determined. “I didn’t think anyone would ever come.”

I squeezed her hand, a silent promise of unwavering support. “I’m here, and I’m not leaving without you.”

Daniel tried to regain control, his voice rising in a feeble attempt at authority. “You can’t just—”

“Yes, I can,” I interrupted firmly, standing up and facing him squarely. “You’ve underestimated Elena for too long. And you’ve underestimated me. This charade is over.”

I turned to the guests. “You all should leave. This is a family matter now.”

They hesitated, glancing at each other before shuffling toward the door, murmuring their goodbyes to Daniel without meeting his eyes. The woman in the red dress was the last to leave, casting a final, regretful glance at Elena before disappearing into the night.

Once the door closed, the house felt different—quieter, lighter, as if it had exhaled after holding its breath. I helped Elena stand, supporting her fragile frame. Her resilience amazed me, despite everything she had endured. She was stronger than she knew.

“I’ve arranged for a place where you can stay,” I told her gently. “Somewhere safe, where you can start to heal and rebuild.”

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