Grace's POV
Amara's harsh words left me without a response because deep down, I understood my sister wasn't fabricating these accusations. Most of what she'd thrown at me held painful truth.
The collapse of our parents' marriage rested on my shoulders. That crushing guilt—knowing I had torn apart my own family—never left me, and I was painfully aware that Amara's resentment toward me would be permanent.
"If only I could reverse everything and—" I caught myself before completing that thought, before saying something I'd later regret. I shook my head firmly. "No, he had it coming, and Mom deserved so much better than Dad. What I did back then was justified."
Even as I spoke those words, uncertainty crept into my voice, still questioning my actions from years past. The only thing I held onto was my conviction that my choice had been correct, regardless of how it shattered his image as the perfect family man.
