Chapter 8 - The Icy Farewell
Clara looked down at the man she had loved for eight years, feeling nothing but pure, unadulterated disgust.
She leaned down slightly, staring straight into his panicked eyes.
"Do not use my daughter's name," Clara whispered, her voice trembling with restrained fury. "You left her to die alone so you could drink champagne on a beach. You don't get to mention her ever again."
Officer Miller yanked Arthur back to his feet, pulling him toward the chapel exit alongside Beatrice.
As the officers dragged Arthur through the double doors into the bright sunlight where news cameras and police cruisers were waiting, Clara took a slow, deep breath.
She turned back toward her daughter's white casket, gently setting the framed photo down beside the stuffed rabbit.
She stroked the soft velvet edges of the rabbit's ears, whispering a soft promise into the quiet air.
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"Enjoy this house while you still can, Arthur," Clara whispered to the empty doorway. "Because when you come out of prison, you won't even have a name left."
👉 What surprise was waiting for Arthur and Beatrice when they arrived at the precinct for booking?
