Marissa Mercer. Sister-in-law.
When I got home that night, I made myself a cup of chamomile. One spoonful of honey. A splash of milk.
And I hummed “You Are My Sunshine,” slowly, with a little pause before you’ll never know, dear.
Because now I know exactly who taught me that pause.
And I know it’s where the love goes.
If you had been in Claire’s place, would you have kept the house—or given it back to Julian’s family?
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered. Any resemblance is coincidental. The author and publisher disclaim accuracy, liability, and responsibility for interpretations or reliance. All images are for illustration purposes only.
