The next day, I found Margaret in the study.
“You have to let him live his own life,” I said. “You think you’re protecting him, but you’re destroying him.”
“And what’s left is fear,” I told her. “If you truly love him, let him go.”
She stared at me for a long moment, then whispered, “Leave this house, Claire. Before it’s too late.”
The Letter
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