”

At Beatrice. “You treated me like a servant.”

At Mark. “You watched your son drown.”

“Clara, wait—” he pleaded.

A guard shoved him back.

“Remove them,” I ordered.

They yelled. Threatened. Begged.

I smiled.

“The cameras saw everything. Police are waiting.”

Mark broke down. “Where will we go?”

I turned away.

“Try swimming.”

Chapter 5: Resolution and Healing

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