Chapter 6 · free to read
I needed a place to breathe before the next name. What I found was a wedding room that no one had entered in years.
Then the candle found her face. And my own heart stopped in my chest.
My husband had spoken freely of ten murderers. But before that portrait, he went silent.
He had never once looked away from me. Not while accusing his own aunt, not over his father. But he looked away now.
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