Ethan pressed play.
No dramatic outbursts. No accusations. Just truth, laid gently before them.
Clare froze. Her friends avoided his eyes. Ruth’s hands trembled, her expression a mix of embarrassment and disbelief.
Ethan turned to her with a steady voice.
“You deserve better than this. You always have.”
No one spoke for several long seconds.
Clare tried to defend the situation, but her explanations couldn’t stand up to what everyone had just witnessed. The evening ended quietly, but the truth had already settled in the room like a final chord.
Rebuilding a Home
The next morning, Ethan made changes.
Kind ones. Quiet ones. Meaningful ones.
