Chapter 2 - Mark Confronts Elena Directly In The Living Room
The heavy tension in the suburban living room felt thick enough to cut with a knife.
Mark stood towering over Elena, his jaw clenched so tightly that a muscle twitched along his cheekbone.
Elena shrank back against the polished gray wall, her beige blouse suddenly feeling far too thin against his unyielding glare.
“Mark, darling, you’re making a mountain out of a molehill,” Elena stammered, forcing a breathless, high-pitched laugh.
“Do I look like I’m joking, Elena?” Mark whispered, his voice dropping into a dangerous, metallic register.
Across the room, fourteen-year-old Chloe gripped the wooden broom handle so tightly her knuckles turned ghostly white.
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Tears welled up in Chloe’s tired eyes as she looked at the father who had finally, truly seen her reality.
“Every single day I’m at the corporate office working eighty hours a week, this is what you put my daughter through?” Mark demanded.
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