His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 2

Three years of marriage, fifteen years of growing up together, and this is how little he thought of me.

I didn't bother responding. My dry eyes ached, but I didn't care. Let

him think whatever he wanted. It was all over now.

I dragged my suitcase toward the door.

Sienna's voice drifted over. "Nathan, I heard you were supposed to

take Oliver camping, but I asked you to come see the Northern Lights

with me instead. Is my sister upset because of that?"

Nathan's tone was soft. "It's fine. Camping can wait. But seeing the

Northern Lights? That's a once-a-year opportunity."

laugh bitterly. An overwhelming sadness gripped me, and I

finally realized I wasn't joking. He rushed over, grabbing my

mid-sentence, stunned by the hopelessness in my

missed camping trip. It's not

have cried myself blind in the funeral home

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pulled away coldly.

As he tried to gather himself, Sienna's voice interrupted. "It's all my

stomach churned violently, my mind going blank. When I regained control, I realized I had already slapped Sienna. Nathan's expression, which had softened

"Doris, have you lost your mind? How could you hit your own sister?" Ignoring his outburst, I