Chapter 3 - The Father’s Cowardly Excuses And Silent Betrayal
Marcus stepped out onto the porch, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses while avoiding my burning, accusatory gaze.
“Clara, keep your voice down; the neighbors will hear us,” Marcus muttered, looking visibly uncomfortable.
“Did you know she locked our daughter outside in the freezing cold?” I demanded, stepping right up to his face.
Marcus glanced nervously at Victoria before shifting his eyes back to the wooden floorboards of the porch.
“Victoria told me Lily needed to learn boundaries... and honestly, you spoil her too much,” Marcus mumbled weakly.
Lily let out a soft sob against my shoulder, her small fingers clutching the fabric of my jacket even tighter.
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“You heard her crying through the window, Marcus, and you chose to do nothing,” I whispered, my voice shaking with disgust.
“You aren't just a coward; you are an active participant in the abuse of your own flesh and blood.”
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