Victoria walked past, flanked by Haley. She paused just long enough to look me up and down with an expression of sheer, unadulterated disgust. She gave a cold, dismissive little laugh as she adjusted a stray lock of Haley’s perfectly styled hair.
“Listen to your father, Clara. Let your sister have her moment. Go dry off somewhere out of sight.”
Thomas released my arm with a final, forceful shove toward the bottom of the exterior stairs. My heel slipped on the wet stone, and I stumbled, barely catching my balance on the freezing bronze railing.
I stood completely alone in the freezing downpour. I watched the heavy, magnificent bronze doors of the grand hall swing shut behind them, cutting off the warm golden light from inside. The absolute, staggering betrayal fractured something deep within my chest. They weren’t just oblivious; they were actively, joyfully cruel. The rain mixed with the hot tears spilling over my eyelashes, blurring the world into a gray smear.
Wiping the cold rain from my face with a trembling hand, I turned away from the doors. My spirit felt scraped hollow. Maybe I couldn’t do this. Maybe I should just walk away.
