At first, Grace didn’t mind. Mrs. Turner dealt with insomnia ever since her husband’s passing and found comfort with someone nearby. But why wouldn’t Ethan let Grace stay with her instead? Why wouldn’t he find medical help?
Months passed, then a year. Grace began to feel painfully alone in her own home. When she confronted Ethan, he only smiled softly.
“Please, honey… Mom’s been alone for so many years. She can only rest when I’m beside her. Just for a little while, okay?”
But “a little while” stretched into years. They still had no children. Some nights, Grace would wake up to faint murmurs behind Mrs. Turner’s locked door – voices, sometimes sobs.
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