Chapter 36

The solemn weight of the world seemed to rest on Emily’s shoulder as she slowly turned the key in the door, nothing could’ve truly prepared her for the gravity of what she’d just learned. The truth about her fathers, her mothers lies contrasting, the dull ache at the back of her head, it all felt too much.

As the door swung open, Emily took in the unfamiliar scent of the house, a scent that was now a bittersweet comfort in this house that was now quite her home, like a home away from home. She blinked away the tears that threatened to spill, burning her eyes with the gravity of the truth. She wished she could unsee the letter’s cruel script and unknow the truth about it.

Emily’s heart ached fiercely, each throb a reminder of the discovered scars etched upon her childhood memories.

The room was dim, lit only by muted glow of city lights which seeped through the sheer drapes, that was when she noticed Ethan seated on the dove-gray chaise lounge deeply engrossed in a book.

Ethan looked