“I thought I was protecting her.”
“You were protecting my father.”
Russell reached for me.
“Ella, I raised her because Martin wouldn’t. Edith told me when Lauren was a baby. I hated Edith for one night. Then Lauren cried, and I picked her up. She held my finger like I was the only safe thing in the world.”
I believed him.
I hated that I believed him.
“It still should have been my choice,” I said. “I should have known before I married you.”
His hand dropped.
“Yes,” he whispered. “It should have been your choice.”
I walked out of the room and grabbed my suitcase.
“Please don’t leave,” he said.
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